Gabriel Sinclair’s heart immediately softened at the look in his little sister’s eyes.
"I haven’t finished writing it yet. How about I sing it for you once it’s done?"
In truth, he already had a solid idea. He had written more than half of it during the show; it just needed a finishing touch.
But today, Chloe Sinclair was unusually insistent. She said, "I want to hear it."
Gabriel had no choice. He grabbed a guitar from the back seat, and after tuning it, he relented, "I’ll just sing a small part, okay?"
"Okay."
Chloe Sinclair nodded, then quietly started the voice recorder on her phone.
Gabriel didn’t notice. He lowered his head and strummed the strings.
A soft, low voice drifted through the car, accompanied by the crisp sound of the guitar flowing from between his fingers.
The young man hummed softly with his head down, his voice effortlessly transporting his listeners.
Even the normally unflappable Ms. Mayfield looked shocked.
She didn’t know much about music, but she could tell from Gabriel’s voice alone that he conveyed a feeling other singers could never replicate.
"Is this the grand finale song you mentioned for your concert?"
After he finished singing, Gabriel carefully placed the guitar back in its case and nodded.
"It was originally a gift for Chloe. I was planning to release it in the second half of the year."
He had started thinking about this song the day Chloe returned, but he’d been stuck for inspiration. Now that he was spending more time with her, the ideas came quickly and naturally.
"That was beautiful," Chloe said.
"I thought it would take me at least another two or three years to finish it."
Gabriel beamed at Chloe’s praise, his heart filling with sweetness.
He scratched the back of his head and looked down, suddenly too shy to speak.
Seeing this, Ms. Mayfield buried her face in her hand.
’He’s handsome, all right, but it’s a shame he has to open his mouth.’


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