The Spanish male had spent all night thinking up extravagant ways to win the heart of his chilly bride. He remembered everything his mother had taught him about troubadours, human men of old who were the epitome of romantic love and devotion. He studied it, made plans, and even got his brother Jacinto in on it, since he was visiting with his new born child. Luckily, the man had brought his guitar along; perfect! The first show of affection would come when the afternoon light was warm and bright.
When the time did come, Helotes and Jacinto positioned themselves on a lovely piece of grass just under the window of Sparrow’s room. Helotes gave his brother a nod, and the dusty male began to strum his instrument. The sounds were subdued, but Helotes sang his heart out, a deep tenor that had made many a woman swoon in his younger years. His song did not go unnoticed, Sparrow was quick to open her window, her face full of shock, and then embarrassment, and then utter horror when Helotes did a several sultry dance moves when Jacinto took fully over with his guitar.
But it wasn’t only Sparrow that noticed, other members of the mansion opened their windows, peeked out at him; the sound of giggles and laughter as well as groaning came soon after. But Helotes didn’t care, he was trying to win the heart of only one woman. But she began to speak, and he raised at hand at Jacinto to quiet just in the middle of an impressive guitar solo; the guitar quieted enough for Helotes to hear Sparrow’s embarrassed stutterings.
His heart sunk into the pit of his stomach, You… don’t like it? He gave the cease and desist sign to Jacinto, I don’t understand… I… Utterly confused, and feeling his cheeks heat up as the others watching began to laugh, he grabbed his brother by the shoulder and lead him away from the embarrassing scene. How could she not have appreciated his show of talent for her? Maybe she didn’t like music. No matter, he would not give up. Tomorrow was another day.
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