The sound of children playing had him looking up with a dreamy eyed stare and he watched them as he hummed to himself during the last of that familiar melody.  Ah to be that young again, young and carefree with a whole lifetime ahead of you.  Pillow thick lips curled into a soft smile and then his cornflower blue eyes caught sight of the woman staring at him, her face looked like it was sweetly distracted, off in a world of her own even as her eyes watched him.  Slowly his smile deepened in an expression that was easily familiar.

As he finished the song he saw her give him the thumbs off and he laughed lightly under his breath.  Raising up to his feet he let the guitar hang lazily from the strap over his shoulders a moment before sliding the strap so the accoustic guitar shifted to ride at his back before he stepped down from the bench.  One hand gripped the handle of his guitar case and he moved towards the woman who had signalled him with that smile still soft and bright on a face hidden by the curtain of limp blonde-brown hair. 

"Do I........know you...." Normally that sort of thing might sound like a pick up line, but Tommy was so soft spoken and gentle in his mannerisms that clearly he wasn't the type to pull the wool over anyone's eyes. 

"The way you were looking at me....I just thought....no?" Again he laughed and there was something almost lyrical about that sound coming from betwen his overripe lips.  The hand he held towards her was sheathed in thin brown wool fingerless gloves that he had a habit of wearing even when the weather was warm.  "I'm Tommy."

"Mind if I join you? It's too nice a day for both of us to sit alone."  If she chose to take his hand she would find his touch warm, skin soft where his fingers curled over the back of her hand.  Somehow Tommy never realized that he might not look like the kind of stranger you wanted to sit with.  At six feet even he was intimidating or anything like that, but he looked like he'd been sleeping in the back of a car.  His jeans were at least a size too large for his narrow waistline, the shirt he wore had at one time been white but was faded to almost a gray tone from multiple washings.  Clean, impeccably so, but everything he owned was just a little on the used side and his hair had clearly never seen a professional barbers clippers. 

When Natalie offered him a seat he set down the guitar case carefully beside her bench and twisted his guitar around to rest in his lap as he sat with her, far enough away that the space between them wouldn't be overly intimate.  Following her gaze off towards the children he watched them again as they played and then asked in a soft voice. "One of them yours?"

Tommy tipped his head to the side a bit and felt the silken touch of dirty blonde hair sliding across his cheek as he looked at the boy she indicated.  When he was thinking, when he was watching something, anytime he concentrated those full lips seemed to pout in a way that was half concerned and half little boy trapped in a mans body.  He watched as her Kevin chased another boy playing some kind of game which Tommy couldn't quite figure out from this distance.  Raising a hand he scratched at the back of his head and seemed unconcerned with the havoc that wreaked with his long hair, causing it to stick out in all directions.

"Wow.  You were young.  That couldn't have been easy.  I mean, when I was eighteen I hadn't done anything worthwhile....and you were busy making a human being." Nice Tommy.  That didn't sound strange at all.  Blinking his eyes to clear his thoughts it was hard not to notice the fluttering of those long lashes, they were tha kind of lashes women would always remark on and say that it wasn't fair to see them on a man.  "Where was his father?.......I mean........you don't have to tell me, obviously.  I don't mean to pry."

Jeez man, why don't you just ask her for her social security number next.  He really hadn't been meaning to delve too deeply into her personal business but sometimes his curiousity got the better of him.  Hands folded on the guitar in his lap and he leaned back against the bench with those wide cornflower blue eyes still watching the children as they played.  When she asked about his job he looked down at the guitar in his lap and smiled in a way that looked almost shy.

"No....not really.  It's just one of my loves." Where the fingerless gloves left digits bare he ran his fingers over the grain of the wood decorated so long ago by Sera, Blaise, and Thea.  Paint, jewels, spells, powerful symbols all decorating the old guitar until it was hard to tell if it was an instrument or an arts and crafts project.  "I used to make a little money with it.....but that was a long time ago.  I still teach sometimes though.  If you or your son ever wanted to learn."

Mothers always seemed to want their children playing an instrument though most tortured their children with violins, flutes, and other ridiculous things.  Tommy just offered because the guitar had been a savior to him through some very hard years, he believed that music could be a savior for anyone. 

"It looks like your big purpose in life has you pretty tired." He was not suave, not debonair.  In fact when Tommy wasn't on a grift he could be a lot like a linguistic Mr. Magoo.  Totally blind to the fact that women didn't like you to comment on the fact that they looked tired.  Women translated that in womanese to mean 'you look hideous' but of course that wasn't what he meant. 

"You look like you've been carrying the whole world on your shoulders." Fingers strummed softly at the strings of his guitar, aimless, not seeking a tune but just hearing the rich sound it made.  "Why don't you tell me about the memories you were having? The ones while I was singing.  You can just relax back and tell me and I'll keep an eye on Kevin....make sure he doesn't tag the other boys to death."