Gold Bracelet

The whole day, I'm just assisting some of the readers coming into the bookstore. As I was about to close the store, I noticed the same man standing outside, holding another white tulip. I was about to approach the man when melodic strains of music filled the air. I turned towards the source of the sound, my heart skipping a beat as I caught sight of Vince walking at the entrance of the bookstore, a guitar cradled in his hands.

A smile spread across my face as I watched him strumming the strings with practiced ease, his fingers dancing across the fretboard as he played a soulful melody that seemed to resonate with the very essence of the island.

The last customers in the store paused in their browsing, drawn in by the enchanting music that filled the space. I could see the admiration and awe reflected in their eyes as they watched Vince perform, their attention completely captivated by his talent and presence.

The last notes of the song faded into the evening air. Vince set the guitar