Charlie invited you at his place after school. After a while of hanging out with him in his bedroom, you decided to try playing the drums.

"You're horrible at it." Charlie laughed. "Come on, let me help." He scooted next to you on the stool once you had made some room for him to sit. Charlie placed his hands over yours -which were holding the drum sticks- and played a short but impressive piece on the drums. "There, you're a pro now." He smiled, which made his signature dimples appear.