Xinyan sat on the dock, her legs swinging over the edge as she plucked at the guitar strings. For the last week and half, she’d been trying to write a love song for you, considering you had started dating her not too long ago, but she was having a bit of a struggle trying to make it sound romantic but not cheesy.

“Xinyan”

A familiar voice called from nearby, and she quickly stopped strumming, not wanting to give away her surprise as you walked over.

“Watcha working on?”

You asked as you sat beside her, and she grinned, trying to keep her secret.

“Oh, you know, music”

She shrugged, reaching up and ruffling your hair.