Dallons POV
"She paints her fingers with a close precision. He starts to notice empty bottles of gin and takes a moment to assess the sin she paid for,"

I over heard someone singing. I don't know his name, but I do know he plays in the subway everyday.

People like him usually annoy me. They are distracting, the can't sing, and beg for money. This guy is different though.

He is an amazing musician. I actually enjoy hearing him play. He's also really hot. I'd go up and talk to him but I'm way too shy.

I'm still in the closet when it comes to my sexuality. I grew up in a very political family. They are republican and religious. We all have jobs working for the government. I am judge Weekes.

I've worked my whole life to get to where I'm at and I don't want to lose it.

When it gets to my stop I walk past the musician. I stop and pay him. As I'm about to leave he grabs my arm.

"I can't take this," he says handing me the money, "that's 500 dollars please take it back."

"Trust me that doesn't even put a dent in my wallet. You deserve it," I say, blushing like a school girl.

"Well thank you so much um?" He says. "Dallon," I respond, "And you?" "Brendon, thank you Dallon this means so much to me," he says.

"You're welcome. I have to get to work now. It was nice meeting you," I say. "You to have a nice day," Brendon says.

And with that I was on my way. I couldn't believe that actually happened. I've seen him playing for weeks and I finally got up the nerve to talk to him.

When I get to my office I look through some of my upcoming cases. Next week I have the Ross versus Urie case.

When the couple split up Ross took the house and the car leaving Urie homeless when the both split the lease of there apartment.

I don't understand how someone could love someone then kick them out on the street to fend for themselves.

"Judge Weekes you have a call on line one," the receptionist tells me. "Thank you Linda," I say as I'm picking up my phone.

"Hey is this Dallon?" Asks the caller. I recognize his voice who is this? "May I ask who's calling?" I ask. "Brendon the guy from the train," he says.

"How did you get my number?" I asked. "That's the thing. I'm using your phone right now. I think you dropped it while paying me," he says.

I frantically search my bag to find that he is correct. My phone is missing. "Oh my god you're a life saver. Most people wouldn't have returned it," I say.

"Well that's the kind of guy I am. And I wouldn't hurt to get to know you some more," he said.

"I guess it wouldn't. Do you want to meet me at the coffee shop down town at five?" I ask.

"Down town. Coffee shop. At five. I don't know let me check my schedule. Oh looky here I'm free at that time. I'll see you then," he says.

"Great so it's a date. I mean... You know... It's," I try correcting myself. "I get it Dallon. It would be very inappropriate to date a fan," he says.

I laugh, "Wow you are very humble Brendon," I say, "well I should let you go now. I got to get back to work."

"Bye Dallon," Brendon says. "Bye Brendon see you tonight," I say as I hang up.

I can't believe this. I'm kind of happy I dropped my phone. Now I get to see Brendon and not just on the train.

Time passes by very slow. I think it's because I keep checking the clock. And filling out piles of paperwork doesn't really help with my boredom.

Once five O'clock hits. I'm up and out of my office in a matter of seconds. Now all the nerves are starting to hit.

What if I make a fool of myself? What if he doesn't like me back? What if he's straight? Am I gay?

I'm over reacting. We just met eachother, but I've been watching him play for Weeks. What I he has been paying attention to me like I pay attention to him?

I need to stop getting my hopes up. I walk into the coffee shop and spot Brendon in the corner booth. He has his guitar leaned up against his seat.

He hasn't ordered himself any coffee yet. I walk up to him. He stands up to shake my hand then we both sit down.

"Sorry I'm late it took me a bit longer then I thought it would," I say.

"It's fine," Brendon laughs, "not everyone can have as flexible job hours as me. Oh and here's your phone."

"Thanks. So is playing in the subway all you do?" I asked. "Yeah getting a job has been a bit rough on me. No one wants to hire a homeless person," he says staring Down at the table.

"I'm sorry I had no Idea," I say. "It's fines I usually don't tell people. I don't deserve people's pity," Brendon says.

"That's horrible," I say, "how much do you need?" "Stop trying to pay me. I don't want your money. I can do this by myself," he says.

"I just hate seeing when people like me have tons of money to blow on useless things when it could go toward buying someone dinner, giving them a place to sleep for the night, or buying them new clothes," I say.

"I get it, I do. You want to help just like many other kind strangers, but you worked hard for that money and I just sing to people in the subway," Brendon says.

"You don't just sing to people. You entertain people. Entertainers are paid thousands to perform. I see how hard you work. I've been watching you play for weeks. Saying I was impressed would be an understatement. You have more talent then some of the most famous people on the industries now days," I say

"Yeah right you probably don't even remember my songs," Brendon says.

"Wanna bet. My favorite one is girls girls boys. Girls love girls and boys and never did I think that I would be caught in the way you got me. Girls love girls and boys and love is not a choice," I sang.

"Wow you really do pay attention," he says. "I do. So I was wondering were you just singing that to make a cool pop song or do you actually support the LGBTQ community?" I asked.

"Woah when do this turn into an interview," Brendon laughed, "I'm actually gay." "R-Really how did you know?" I asked.

"Well if you think of a vagina and it makes you wanna puke then you pretty much have your answer," Brendon says.

I laugh, "what if I fantasize about you? Does that make me gay?" I ask and immediately regret it.

"You fantasize about me?" Brendon asks. "I'm sorry that was wrong of me to say," I correct myself.

"No that's not wrong. Expressing your feelings is fine it helps people know your wants and needs. Just acting on your feelings without asking would be wrong. Trust me I know. That's why me and my ex broke up. He cheated on me and when I found out we got into a fight and broke up. It wouldn't have gotten that bad if he just told me how he felt. It would've gave me time to find somewhere else to live," Brendon says.

"I'm sorry. But you never answered my question, does that make me gay?" I ask.

Brendon laughs, "yes that would probably make you gay. I should probably get going so I can get a motel for the night."

"Alright goodnight Brendon I'll see you on the train tomorrow," I said. "Goodnight have some wet gay dreams for me," Brendon says as he leaves.

I will.