Strolling along Austin Street, Chad keeps humming a melody. “What’s that?” “Something I wrote on my way here.” “Really?” His eyes are on mine. “Do you like it?” “It’s beautiful. I… I love it.” “Good,” he says, pausing for a second. “Because you inspired it.” “I did?” “I always wanted a muse.” He unlocks a soft smile. “I found her in you.” I found her in you brings me an unfamiliar feeling of pride and happiness. We resume our walk to the subway station, side by side, and I’m grinning the entire time. I’m Chad’s muse.
