John sat beneath a tree in the park, long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the feet, one lace of the burgundy converse he was wearing half undone. He had decided to give Rose some space as she had started getting annoyed at not being able to go anywhere what with her injuries and all. He didn't fancy being yelled at again and he knew her well enough to realise that she had been about ten minutes away from throwing him out anyway. So, here he was, glasses on, reading one of the many books that had been lying around the place, in the shade of the tree, his back resting against the trunk.
Despite his focus on the book, he still watched the people that went by, his gaze flicking up over the top of his glasses whenever someone caught his peripheral vision. And then he heard the singing.
John blinked and lowered his book to watch the young woman break into song and dance in the middle of the public place, eyebrows rising high, almost enough to reach his hairline. Well, that was... weird.