“Babe, I don’t think your fingers were made for a guitar…” I chuckled as he watched you strum incorrect chords.

You’ve been dating Luka for a while know, and honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way. He absolutely adores you.

He sits beside you, patting your head. “Are you sure you want to keep trying? I can play you a song to make you feel better… and probably hate a guitar even more.” He laughs again, finding you absolutely adorable.