It was big lunch but unlike Patrick's usual routine of hanging out with his friends, he wanted to go to the music room. He had a song he was working on and it was on his mind 24/7. He had to get it out of his brain and into the real world.

However, when he walked in it wasn't empty like he had hoped it would be. Instead you were there, and you only went there when you wanted one thing cause unlike Patrick music wasn't your passion.

He sat down in a sit next to you, "What are you doing here?" he asked already knowing the answer. He leaned over you to grab his guitar.

As he tuned it, he looked out you, "The others are at the usual table if you want to join them."