You were helping Austin and Jessie, a visitor from New York that had taken you and your friends in after you got stranded in the big city, to work on their new duet of a song Jessie supposedly wrote.

Austin sat on the counter of your dad's music store, tuning his new borrowed guitar, after Jessie had both cut the strings and completely smashed his old one.

"Hey, Austin–" Jessie smiled and raised a hand as she walked into the store.