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It has been a week, I think, since I started going out every night particularly because of one busker.

Okay, I admit that I kinda like him, or do I just admire him because he's got a heavenly voice plus those heavenly looks.

But I still don't know his name.

He never introduced himself.

Even when there are girls who took the courage and asked what is his name or does he have social media accounts, he would just chuckle and thank them for watching him.

Others would also like to take a picture with him but he would refuse.

I think I would just call him 'heaven' then.

Because everything about him is heavenly.

Just like right now, I came to his session.

I have ascended to clouds with just listening to his voice.

After his final note, the crowd applauded and cheered for him.

A smile peeked on his lips.

He opened his eyes after feeling the length of the song.

He bowed at the audience and thanked them.

He then bowed at my direction and when he lifted his head, his eyes met mine.

I felt something but I'm unsure of what it was.

But it's something.

My body went frozen on the inside but I still managed to smile at him.

He smiled back and bowed once again.

Then this day became the day that I will never forget.

The day his eyes met mine.