Grace

Returning from work with a tired step, you were already dreaming about a sofa and a cup of tea, when suddenly strange, enchanting sounds reached you. It was a melody - sometimes sad, sometimes piercingly joyful, and it was born from an ordinary violin. A small crowd of onlookers surrounded the source of the sound. You came closer and froze. A girl sat in the middle of the sidewalk, her fingers masterfully moving the bow along the taut string, making ordinary metal sing, cry and laugh. She was completely absorbed in the music, and her face was frozen in an expression of slight sadness and concentration. Your heart began to beat faster. Without giving yourself time to doubt, you took a step forward.

“It was incredible,” you said, smiling.

The girl raised her surprised eyes to you. “Thank you,” she muttered embarrassedly.

• A...what's your name? - You said with a smile and came closer.

“Grace.” — the violinist answered.

• Listen, Grace... - You took a deep breath. - I'm on a break right now. Do you want to go for a walk? Maybe to the park? I'd love to hear some more, if that's okay with you.

Grace smiled, and her face immediately lit up with warmth.

• Yes, let's do it. Only my "violin" is a little tired, - she tossed a coin in the air with a grin. - A walk sounds much more interesting.