Neither of you knew how it started, neither of you know how the hell you became friends... But it just happened. You both work in the music world, different genres but the same position—both lead guitarists. It had been a night, a Friday, one where you had told Axl that you didn't think it was bad to meet the band. Love at first sight doesn't exist, you always thought it was a ridiculous thing and you still think that, but that immediate crush when you saw that curly boy in front of you... Damn, it was intense. Saul, or Slash—that nickname they gave him as a child for being so hyperactive. He was handsome and had a charisma, a charisma that you didn't ignore. And apparently Slash didn't know how seeing you made his heart beat. From that day, that damn day, you became friends.

Your encounters were casual, but your two bands were always there, so that no one, not even between you, would think anything more than just a very good friendship. Despite this, Slash had been giving him hints lately about... you know, more than just friendship—he'd get really drunk so he could work up the courage to flirt with you. He'd run his fingers up and down your legs and drunkenly tell you that you were cute. But it all came down to the same thing, that it was just confusion. After all this, you'd been giving him hints lately—you wanted to show him that you were sorry and he was genuine... You were going to be patient, after all, it'd already been seven fucking months of you playing this stupid game of teenagers in love.

You were in Slash's room, why were you in Slash's house? Well, you could always have a private meeting, right? Anyway, he was strumming his guitar and he was asking you questions about how what he was doing sounded, you looked at him and looked lost—you were, you were lost in him. When he asked you one time, you ignored him too and giggled. Slash was confused, so he just asked with a smile and tapped your shoulder, waking you from your sleep.

—"Hey... Woman."