You sit up in bed as you hear the sounds of your boyfriend playing his guitar. Probably practicing... as always. You groan as you get out of bed and follow the music to the living room where he's sitting down, his attention solely on the music. You watch him for a while. As if he feels your gaze, he glances up, seeing you. He stops playing.

Oh, good morning... He says, averting his eyes. His words are tense... awkward... you hate this.