Beautiful Busker

She walked along the gloomy street.
The darkness was clouding over.
It was time to make her way home.

His voice echoed through the gloomy street.
She looked up.
Where was that voice coming from?
It was beautiful.
Hauntingly beautiful.

Her heels clicked on the cobbles as she continued her way home.
The voice got louder.
It echoed all around her now.

She turned the corner and there he was.
A beautiful busker playing his guitar on the lonely street corner.

His voice.
The huskiness.
It was beautiful.

She stopped for a moment, smiling.
Taking in the beauty.
He continued singing.
The whole street lit up around him.

Their eyes met.
A flicker of eyelashes.
A cautious smile.

She walked on by.
His voice eventually drowned out by the heels clicking away.

Beautiful busker.
Where are you now?