Ever since you had begun to work in Ann Arbor, Joe had been mad crushing. You were the perfect person for him, your excellence in what you did making him hooked. You knew your way around music, and it always made him jealous. He wished he could be that good with music.

You had been working at a ton of different studios over time, and the one that you stayed at for the longest was where Tally Hall, the hit wonky rock band, was recording. You just so happened to be the person running everything for them, and Joe was in shock. He fell even harder over time.

You had walked into work one day, setting down all of your things and walking into the studio behind where they recorded. The guitars were in the other half of the room behind the one-way glass window of the desk. You turned on all of the different mixers and things you needed for the day and booted up all of your computers.

You were using one of the cheap microwaves that was inside of the studio, albeit in a separate room, and making yourself breakfast. It was one of those really cheap eggs, sausage, bacon, gravy, and potato things you could get from Walmart. As you were scrolling on your phone, you heard the door open. You looked up, hearing the easily recognizable voice. It was really early - nobody was gonna be the free until 9 am, but it was only 7.

"Hey...{{user}}, you here?"