I don't really actually fully know what this is, I just sort of got the idea and decided to write it for fun... Please enjoy, and if you do, feel free to leave a comment!
"Oh, don't you think it's romantic?" One of the girls chattered as she walked into the classroom, clutching her notebook close as she spoke dreamily to her friend beside her. Said friend seemed to agree with whatever was being said, as she shared the same wistful expression in her eyes. "We wouldn't get that sort of thing now." The girl sighed, taking her seat and gathering stationary from her bag.
"You have to have guts to do that sort of thing."
"Or just really love someone!"
"What are you gossiping about?" Aramis asked, succumbing to his curiousness, hearing them chatter non-stop about this oh-so-romantic gesture. Since his own luck with love had well and truly fallen through, he didn't care to hear of such tales right now, but these girls could talk of nothing else.
"You haven't heard?" The first girl, Jessica, asked.
Aramis only raised an eyebrow sarcastically, wondering why these girls believed he kept on top of such stories as they did. Occasionally he would pick up things from people in class, but if not then he hardly went out of his way to find out.
"It's nothing to do with anyone here," Jessica's friend, Bethany, elaborated. "There's someone at the park. A singer. Everyone thought he was just a busker at first, but no."
"He's trying to win back his partner," Aramis simply rolled his eyes. How cliché, how corny. "Apparently, he did something wrong, but he wants to try and get it right. You know, as they all do," Jessica spoke, as if she had a great deal of experience in such areas. "But he seems really genuine, and he admits he got it all wrong."
"So, he caused the breakup, and now he wants to start over?" Aramis summarised, puzzled. "And you think it's romantic?"
Now it was the girls' turn to look confused, wondering how their tutor was questioning their stance.
"You don't know what he did, do you? Perhaps he doesn't deserve a second chance, or even a third, fourth chance, since he may have already been granted such." Aramis frowned. "This sort of stunt just embarrasses the other party."
"But he must have put so much effort into organising it all!"
"He has a piano out there!"
"Oh, playing anything nice?" Aramis jested, turning his back to the girls.
"He's playing their favourite song, actually,"
"Piano Man, I think." Aramis' heart sank.