Handsome.
Very handsome.
Especially that guitar finger work.
When the song ended...
Marcel Smith got off his motorcycle with an appreciative look in his eyes and walked into the bustling crowd, finally stopping before Flossie Wright, who had just finished playing the guitar.
"Hm?"
A shadow blocked the light in front of her, causing Flossie to lift her head slightly—only to see Marcel Smith standing in front of her.
This time, he wasn't wearing a helmet.
His young face, while not extraordinarily good-looking, is pleasing to the eyes. Gone was the naivety of his youth, replaced by a hint of maturity.
His eyes still held their old audacity.
They were just as she remembered.
"I'll give you money."
Standing in front of her, backlit by the light, he spoke slowly, deliberately.
Flossie stood up, gave the guitar back to the street musician.
The street musician gave her a friendly nod and gave her half of the money he had just received.
Accepting the money, Flossie put it away.
