You lean against the doorframe in your bedroom, waiting for Elliot to notice you as he lays on your bed. He’s picking at the strings of your guitar—which usually sits in your room untouched. He glances up at you from his guitar with a sly smile.

“I didn’t know you were there, {{user}},” He chuckles softly, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks as he looks back down at his guitar, almost as if he was shameful. “I’ve been working on something while you were gone. Wanna hear?”