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The boy with curly brown hair, travelling with the same four other boys passes me again with their carry ons rolling behind them, neck pillows hanging on their backpack straps. Those four travelled a lot, well through this airport anyway. The curly haired boy makes eye contact with me and smiles. This one caught my attention, he's very attractive and very talented.
The first time I noticed him, he was playing Let it Be on the piano. Everyone stopped to see hear him play, his voice was so beautiful it drew a crowd. Yes, I might have a small crush on him, but he only comes around every so often, it's like someone you'll never see again.
I bit my lip and went back to my paperwork until someone clears their throat and I look up, "Hi welcome to the Minneapolis-Saint Pail airport, my name is Y/n, how may I help you today?" I asked then looked up to see the curly haired boy with a big smile on his face.