Just then, Eion stopped and stood up. A waiter gave him a guitar and he cleared his throat.

“I never sing, Snow, but for tonight, it’s only you and me. I’ll sing for you.”

I gasped at that. “Wait, you’re really going to sing?”

“Yes. I had been practicing for the past months. In the Philippines, did you know that it was their practice to sing your heart out with a guitar and go to the house of the person you are going to woo. It’s called harana.” He informed me. His hands were tuning the guitar and he was trembling a bit. I flashed him a smile and gave...