It was late at night. With messy hair and pulled up shorts I wanted to go to the bathroom. Careless of how I look 'cause I thought everyone was already asleep. But I was wrong. He were there, with a guitar on his hand and a laptop on the table in front of him. I walked down the stairs awkwardly, praying he won't realize that I was staring at him before, just by the door, surprised. I stopped in front of the bathroom's door because he start singing. Even thought we barely speak, I always knew his voice were so soft, and it's more soft when he sing. Soft and sweet like a cotton candy. I can still hear his voice inside the bathroom, pulling me to get out of there and sit next to him, catch an even more better sound of his voice and a better view of him. But I can't, cause we barely talk. We don't know each other. We're just stranger living under the same roof. I walked up the stairs, he were still singing and I get more awkward. I stay p...