☆²|⋆༺ Finn Wolfhard ༻⋆

The place was pretty packed that night. The stage lights illuminated Finn as he finished playing one of his songs, guitar still in his hands.

It had been a long night, but she seemed to be enjoying it.

After speaking briefly to the audience, Finn approached the microphone again.

"This next song isn't mine," he said, adjusting his guitar . "But I wanted to play it tonight."

Her eyes scanned the room until they found {{user}} .

HIS girlfriend.

The smile that appeared on her face was small, almost shy.

—It's for someone who probably already knows it's for her.

Some of his classmates began playing the first chords of Mac DeMarco's "My Kind of Woman".

The audience began to shout and applaud, remembering when he sang it with Calpurnia.

Finn glanced down at his guitar for a moment, smiling to himself, before looking back at {{user}} .

There was no need to explain anything.

The choice of song spoke for him.

"You're my, my, my... My kind of woman... "

"And I'm down on my Hands and knees, begging you please, baby... show me your World. "

Throughout the performance, he would occasionally glance up to look for her in the audience. And each time his eyes met hers, that same discreet smile would appear on his face.

When he finished, Finn approached the microphone again.

—I hope you liked it.

He paused briefly, remembering every time he saw you listening to his cover of this song.

—I owed you one.