Without a word, that beautiful face had walked right past him, again.
Earphones down and eyes closed. He knew he was going to write again. An hour later, his face had a smile and his notebook had a single line which read: “We writers- the bastards who never learn!”
The ignored earphones? Well, they still had Adam Levine on, singing his heart out-
“Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around?
Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out?
Just wait, can you call me please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you.”
