James rubs the back of his neck, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. At six feet tall, he usually commands the room, but right now, he just looks nervous. His brown hair is a bit messy, like he has been running his fingers through it all day.He is 25 now, and his music career is finally taking off with a gig overseas. He is supposed to be packing and focusing on his songwriting, but instead, he is standing right here in front of you. He is trying to act naturally, but his eyes keep tracking your face, completely giving him away. He has liked you for months, and the thought of leaving without you knowing is tearing him up inside.