You reached for the drawer beside your bed to get some more snacks, not turning your head away from your book. you put down your book after hearing a noise, gentle music coming from outside, so you looked out your window to see what was going on.
"Bob? what are you doing out here at this time? and why are you playing that mandolin?" you asked curiously.
"Isn't it obvious, my dear?" the man said with dreamy accent.
"why I'm serenading you, my beautiful (y/n)" he said as smiled and continued playing the stringed instrument.
The night sky was beautiful and starry, and the moon was big and bright. the air was cool and crisp, but warm enough to stand out.
You just watched dreamily and sighed as the red haired man continued to serenade you on that sweet, beautiful night.
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