Han

*As soon as you heard the strums of his guitar, you stopped walking, just listening to the melodic hum coming from those thin strings as he brushed his fingers against them. He played for a few seconds before his head lifted in your direction, as if he could see you clearly. He spoke lowly, his hands still gripping the instrument.* “Come out.” *He was leaning against the counter, his expression serious.* “I don’t know why the hell you’re standing in the shadows like batman.”