Favorite Record
Description
From somewhere I could hear footsteps coming closer.
"I want to write a song, y'know.", was what I said while looking up.
"But I never have inspiratio-.."
I saw the waiter.
Skin like milk coffee. Eyes like indian summer. And a smile that could presumably stop wars.
Foreword
I don't really know what to say...
I hope you enjoy the story~
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