Detroit, Michigan, April 26th 2018

Once Christian finishes his charitable gig to the elderly, he gets applause from some of them and from the employees. Debbie feels attacked but she can't show much disagreement as she doesn't want for anyone to find out about what has happened between them two. As the nursing assistants begin to take the elderly back inside, all of them rather happy with the tunes they got to listen. Christian is putting his guitar on its case, Debbie makes sure no one is going to be nosy, she stomps her way near him.

"How did you know I work here? Are you stalking me now?" Her arms are tightly folded by her chest, her feet tapping but this time out of demand and inquire.

"Gosh, you're really self-centered aren't you?" Christian gives her a slight smile, combing locks of hair that were covering his eyes.

Debbie slaps Christian on his shoulders angry, but her feelings are taking over her and she is losing all the control she likes so much. Admiring his smile which makes her share some of it, his scent and careless composure is making her curious and enticed.

"Well, you came to play at my working place and covered a sixties song. So I have some of the right to be self-centered, don't you think?" Debbie affirms as she examines his face. A red pinch covers her cheeks like a watercolor painting.

Christian scoffs as he enters the nursing home which makes Debbie really confused. Wasn't he only meant to sing for the elders? She questions herself with a searching look, as if she is up to become a detective and stalk him.

Debbie follows Christian inside and discovers that he is walking towards the special unit, her heart starts to pump hard and her limbs tremble. She closes her eyes for a while to get herself together. She finds Christian entering Jack's room and playing guitar for him, for what she is able to see he's not singing.

Is Christian, Jack's grandson? She questions rather happy as if fate has put them together through a sweet old man like Jack. Her trembles disappear and she exhales pacifically to slow down the racing of heart, which helps.

The hours go by and Debbie of course keeps on working, as her boss has been tainted by Kirstie's awful remarks and now he's following every step she takes. After the visit time comes to its end, Christian leaves the Special Unit with teary eyes, he tries to cover up as his eyes meet Debbie's. She consoles him with her smile and a hurt expression in her eyes. 

As he leaves Goldvalley center, Christian hands Debbie a tiny piece of paper, giving her the last smile before disappearing. Debbie looks around, exhales deeply and unfolds the piece of paper and she finds an address and a phone number. Assuming that is Christian's address and contact she puts it inside of her scrub pocket, shaking her head with a prepubescent smirk.

The day goes by and curiosity and wonder make Debbie dissociate from every task she has to perform at her job, only giving reasoning for Kirstie to insult her and speak about her in her back to their boss. Once she finishes her shift, Debbie walks to the changing room and wears her fifties inspired clothing and retouches her red voluptuous lips, she takes another glance at the tiny paper and smiles to her reflection in the mirror she loves to incline over and appreciate herself. 

Debbie walks outside towards her mini Cooper and drives to the address on the paper, some type of crush is making her take ridiculous decisions like this one. Ridiculous to her as she has put her walls high up a long time ago.  When she arrives to the address, she admires a beautiful house with a clean garden. 

The house coated in white walls and a beautiful porch, she thinks of calling the number on the paper but as she lurks further to the porch she finds Christian playing the guitar and smiling back to her. Debbie grasps her hands on the steering wheel, wondering if she is still up to go away and leave Christian all by himself. But her morality is speaking louder and so is the slight passion she has for him. Que sera, sera. Debbie quotes a vintage song and leaves her car and walks towards Christian, strutting her way to the porch.

He keeps on playing the guitar, some song he is creating, he has a notebook with some lyrics written and some who are crisscrossed with the black ink of his pen. Debbie sits besides him full of questions but music takes over her as always. And although Christian is an Indie musician, she connects with his music at some level. Letting herself go, Debbie hums to the guitar tune, trying and tapping her legs with her hands trying to create music with him. 

He smiles proudly and hands her a page for her to sing, which she rejects at first but with his enticing smile and sweet eyes, Debbie follows along and awkwardly tries to sing the lyrics to the tune of his guitar. Each words she sings is a brick of her towering walls being take down. And she ends up getting nearer and nearer until their faces are almost two inches apart and their hearts joined. 

Debbie grabs the pen and starts to write some things she has been thinking about him and some inspirations from her obsession with the fifties and elegance. Christian still playing his guitar trying to compose a beat, looks to the notebook and nods proudly and surprised at her poetry like writing.

"You must work with me. We could do duets and you can co-writer songs with me, Debbie." Christian puts the tune of his guitar to a halt and pleads excited like a teen who has just found his crush likes him back. He places the walnut wooden guitar pick between his teeth as he waits for her answer.

"I don't think this is a good idea. I shouldn't have come in the first place." Debbie places the notebook and the pen back to the small coffee table on the porch and she composes her dress to avoid eye contact with him.

"You must! We both love music, why is that such an impediment for you?" Christian insists, grabbing her hand causing her to look at him from the embarrassment and though her mind is making her want to back off, she holds his hand tight and keeps singing the lyrics he has written.