From inside the warehouse he could hear the wind whistling as it blew. It
wasn't loud and harsh, but soft and gentle, which was the way she liked it.
While she waited, she sat down sang softly. She didn't know what she was
singing; she just said words as they came along. She smiled in amusement as
she realized that the words put together didn't make any sense. Yet, she
kept singing. Inside, she knew what the words meant, so what she sang out
loud didn't really matter to her. Then he noticed he was there, and she
immediately stopped singing. Although she liked her song, she didn't want
anyone to hear it, because even though the song was weird, she still
thought there would be a chance someone would understand it. Nor did she
want anyone to hear her signing voice, which she thought was quite bad,
even when people said it was nice She smiled and softly said, "Hey."
