From your spot, leaning against the wooden headboard, you watched Wednesday's back. She had her head lowered just a little to keep her eyes on her fingers while she played her guitar. She had been practicing a lot more these days.

The notes coming out of the instrument were low and slow, you had no idea what she was playing, but it sounded like something she'd know how to play. You smiled a little at the thought.

Seeing Wednesday in your room was always fun. The way the black she wore contrasted with the more earthy tones of your bedroom made her stick out from... everything, pretty much. But you liked it. Liked having her in your space.

The sun was setting outside, casting a warm glow over the room through your open windows. You looked up for a second to watch how the wind blew the light colored curtains, and then back at her. Not like you could even look away for long. And of course, she noticed.

She looked at you over her shoulder, questioning. You huffed softly in response, saying nothing. That made her roll her eyes.