A sinister laugh escaped your mouth as you entered Tom’s room. Glancing around the room, you couldn’t help but notice the mix of genres. But one thing caught your eye. A certain guitar. You let out a hum and walked towards it, the guitar was nicely polished and laid against the drawer.

Slowly, you eagerly reached out to grab it, thinking of the many possibilities you could use it for. Maybe you could sell it — maybe even blackmail Tom with it.

“Hey! Hands off!” Tom called out, entering the room, swatting your arm away from his guitar, “It took me hours giving this baby a nice polish, thank you very much!” He added, glaring at you.

He let out a huff, “Look. {{user}}. We’re friends. Best friends, even. You name it. But keep your hands off my Susan.” Tom mumbled, hugging ‘Susan’ close to his chest.