He was nervous, to say the least. His finger tips were already starting to get that little indent in them from the strings. But he hid his discomfort, after all he didn’t wanna seem weak in front of you of all people.

You and Walker are friends. Close ones at that. While you were rather gifted musically, he was rather not. Though through the motivation of “playing guitar is super cool and lowkey hot”, he decided to ask you to teach him how to play. You of course agreed. Which resulted in the both of you in your bedroom, as Walker struggled to play the chord you showed him on your guitar.