Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Muse Pt. 5

As the music plays and the two of you sing, Bruno drums on the steering wheel with his fingers. As your favorite parts come up in the songs that play, you show off and belt your heart out. Even though the nervousness in your chest seems to bubble over as a result of his attention divided between you and the road. You do you best to keep up your confident demeanor. After another fifteen minutes or so, he pulls into a parking space on the street and turns off the ignition. He grabs a pair of of large Rayban sunnies and puts them on. After adjusting his beanie on his head, he looks over at you and tilts his sunglasses down.

"Ready to go?" He wiggles his eyebrows and you giggle in response.

"Is that supposed to be your impression of incognito?" you inquire. He pulls down the mirror ahead of him and peers into it.

"What?" he asks. "Is it not enough?" You shake your head and he pushes the mirror back into place. "There's only so much I can do, you know?" You rest your hand on his bicep and give it a little squeeze.

"I'll do my best to keep all attention away from you, don't worry." He smiles, climbs out of the car then comes over to the passenger side and lets you out. He offers his hand to you, you take it and he leads you over to the sidewalk.

"So," you say looking over at him. "Where are we?"

"At the Craft Summer Festival," he replies as gesturing for you to walk along side him. You follow.

"Which is?"

"An event that happens every summer. People come out with things they've made and put them for sale; and by things I mean everything. Clothing, accessories, paintings, food, an-y-thing. Street performers come out and perform at a stand the people holding the event set up. It's nothing big, usually just a guitar, a bass and amp and a wooden crate to stand on."

"It sounds amazing."

"Well, shall we?" He gestures toward the park populated by booths accompanied by hundreds of people. Upon entering the park, you hold Bruno closer and begin browsing the area with your eyes. Delectable scents sweep about accompanied by beautiful voices and vendors offering their goods up. Bruno points out a few stands, draws attention to a few and pointing out things the jump out to him. After a few minutes of walking and scanning the two of you walk up to a kiosk and being browsing the available sweets.

"Savory or sweet what's your preference?"

"Savory," you reply without hesitation. H raises an eyebrow at you. "Thought I was gonna say sweets huh?" Bruno runs one hand over his curls and chuckles.

"No one's supposed to be right all the time." He offers you his arm and the two of you start off in an another direction. After about five minutes, the two of you arrive at a white food truck with string lights draped over it. There's lots of hand painted art all over it and is appears to be fairly new in comparison to many of the other trucks around. Bruno walks up to the window where a young woman and an older man stand with their backs turned working inside the truck.

"Hey Tito!" Bruno calls out. The heavy set older man turns around and his dark brown eyes light up. The woman turns around and a smirk pulls at the left seam of his lips. She grins and shakes her head tossing some of her bangs from her eyes.

"Hey B," she says with a chuckle. "Back again for your taco fix?"

"You could say that," Bruno relies. The older man removes his gloves, leans out of the truck and offers Bruno his hand. You release him, he reaches out and their hands meet. He introduces you and they both greet you warmly whist they work.