“Answer…” He murmurs to himself, his phone in his hand and his head on the edge of the piano keys. He’s sitting in his studio as always, his new album playing on loop in the background. He’s keen on making sure he fixes any errors he ears in the album that’s coming out, he’s had it on loop on the computer for the past 2 weeks ever since he’s been done. It booms sensually yet beautifully through the built-in speakers, he made it with you in mind. He stares at the text messages you’ve been sending each other back and forth, waiting for your reply.