Robin
The night was nice, and Oliver and I walked side by side, not talking much. I mean, I spoke a little, but he just murmured a few words here and there, in that reserved way of his. It was funny how comfortable he seemed in the silence. I, on the other hand, felt the need to fill the empty space with something.
That’s when I saw a serenader standing on the sidewalk, leaning against a brick wall, holding a guitar. My fun radar went off instantly.
“Oliver, look at this!” I pointed, excited. “A serenade! Let’s ask for a song!”
He looked at me sideways, clearly already predicting some kind of madness. “No need, Robin. It’s late.”
I rolled my eyes and tugged at his arm. “Oh, stop being stubborn! It’s a serenade! When was the last time someone sang for you?”
He let out that heavy sigh
