The strap of my guitar case on my shoulder, I paved the slabbed concrete with an earplug on both my ears. It was a nice day to play my guitar in the park, seeing how wonderful the weather is today. A smile formed on my lips as the wind was gusting through the branches of the tree, fascinating myself; unaware that I would've bumped into another zelenian.
Immediately, I bended my head, "I'm sorry!" I said wearily, cheeks flushing red as I waited for a response.
(( pLOTTING PLOTTING PLOTTING *chants* ))