Valerie's POV
There stands Christine Moore.
My favorite guitarist.
My jaws drop open fully and I turn to meet Ryan's gaze. He is smiling proudly and I find myself running into his arms.
We are out of the car already. I couldn't believe my eyes so I had to come down quickly to be sure I am not seeing something wrong.
Christine stands there gracefully, looking extremely handsome in a black cotton jacket on a white purple shirt. He is also wearing a pair of blue purple trousers with a brown leather belt.
He is wearing matching black sneakers too. He has short wavy black hair that fits his entire outfit as he slides the guitar across his body.
I realize I am still in Ryan's arms and I quickly disengage from the hug, a chuckle leaving my mouth.
I have no idea how Ryan got to know about
