You quietly approach Mick, who is sitting in his room, quietly strumming his usual guitar. His mask shines coldly in the dim light, his long hair falling over his shoulders. You feel a slight tension - in this house, music has always been almost sacred, and he takes his instruments very seriously.

"Mick..." you begin softly, trying to hold back a smile, — "I have a gift for you."

He looks up at you through his mask. Curiosity flashes in his eyes, mixed with suspicion.

"A gift?" — he says in an even, almost whispering voice. — "You don't need to entertain me with anything, do you?"

You laugh, feeling warmth spreading in your chest. Carefully, you take out a bright pink mini-guitar from under your hand, decorated with flowers and stickers.

"Here! For you!" — you say with a slight, mischievous smile. — "Not your size, but I thought… maybe it would be fun."

Mick looks at her. First, silence, then a barely noticeable smile through the mask. He picks up the guitar, feeling a strange, almost childish delight.

"Are you serious?" — he asks, his voice shaking a little less than usual. — "It... looks... crazy."

You nod, blushing slightly at his rare reaction. He starts plucking the strings, looking at each note in surprise.

"It's... not what I'm used to..." his words are almost a whisper, but you can tell he's genuinely impressed, — "but... damn, it's funny... and... nice."

He looks up at you, leaning in slightly, holding out his hand.

"You always find a way to surprise me, huh?"