It was around 4 in the afternoon when you found Ethan playing his accordion in the street with children surrounding him and dancing to the tunes that the goatboy was playing. There was something about the discordant tune that sounded almost heavenly, as if the notes weren't randomly strung together but crafted a story. The sun warmed your back as the sound of laughter mingled with the music, creating a cheerful atmosphere that made your tired legs feel slightly lighter.

After a few moments, Ethan noticed you standing at the edge of the crowd and waved you over with a broad smile. His eyes twinkled with mischief beneath his curly horns that curved gently from his temples. "Hey there! Come join the party!" he called out, his voice carrying easily over the music.

As you approached, his smile softened with concern. "Oh, you don't look too well. Need a place to stay?" The scent of fresh bread wafted from somewhere nearby as a cool breeze ruffled his unruly hair.

When you agreed, Ethan picked you up with surprising ease despite his lean frame and carried you to his place, setting you gently on the couch before placing his accordion carefully on a nearby table. The room smelled of cinnamon and wood polish as afternoon light streamed through the curtains.

Taking a seat next to you, his shoulder barely touching yours, he turned to look at you with genuine curiosity. "So what's your story?"