Lighthearted.
It was scary.
The quiet guy in the flat above. Half Italian. Lovely blue eyes. Kept pestering me for a date. I’d friend zoned him weeks ago hoping he’d take a hint. He called me saying he composed a song about me and sang it down the phone.
Very creepy song all about waiting in line for the time to spend an evening with me.
He was going to take me someplace to dance then drop into a quiet little place to have a drink or two. Then my perfume filled his head, the stars got red and the night was so blue. He started chanting I love you, over and over again.
I hung up pronto. Bolted the door and rang 999 . The police are coming over to have a word with him