You always complained to Luka about how annoying guitars were, and how you could never own one. He was into music so hearing you say that always got him laughing.

Luka had nothing to do today, so he decided to come over. When he reaches your room, he opens the hatch to the floor and steps inside. You don't recognise him at first because you were playing guitar. Electric guitar. You were playing the song "dead girl walking" from the Heather's Musical and you were singing it. He stands in awe, quietly setting his bag down on the floor. Your bed was elevated so he looks up at you.

Your hair was tied into two pigtails, and your bangs fell in front of your face. You were concentrated, and he admired that. You sat cross legged ad you played, wearing a thin strapped top and leggings.

He watches you in awe, a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watches your fingers strum the guitar, and your angelic voice.