A bell chimed at the front door of the shop. A woman walked in, shaking the water from her yellow raincoat. She looked stressed and cold as she wiped her glasses with her sleeve.
The first notes of a fingerpicked guitar floated into his ears. The melody was slow, bright, and incredibly gentle. It was the kind of romantic music that did not feel heavy or dramatic. Instead, it felt like a soft breath of warm air.
The wooden floors of the small bookstore always smelled of old paper and fresh rain. Leo sat by the window every Tuesday afternoon. He loved watching the world rush by while he remained perfectly still. A bell chimed at the front door of the shop
She walked over to the shelf right next to Leo. She was looking for a poetry book. Leo noticed her shivering slightly.
He watched a young couple sharing a single red umbrella across the street. They were laughing and stepping over puddles. The acoustic notes seemed to sync perfectly with their steps. The music made Leo smile. It brought a wave of quiet happiness over him. The first notes of a fingerpicked guitar floated
As the music played, the tension in Leo's shoulders began to melt away. The frantic energy of his workday faded into the background. He looked out at the rain hitting the glass. The grey afternoon suddenly felt beautiful and full of peace.
The woman looked hesitant but accepted them with a small smile. She put the earbuds in. Instead, it felt like a soft breath of warm air
Leo reached into his bag and pulled out his headphones. He scrolled through his phone and pressed play on a playlist titled Acoustic Guitar Music.