After a long day at work, you’d finally made it to the one place you could get away: the local bar. You stepped inside to see, much to your delight, it wasn’t busy. You clearly went to the bar and ordered a drink.

You hadn’t even taken your first sip when a familiar voice called out behind you.

“Thought that was you.” You turned to find Adam leaning against the edge of the bar, a warm smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His sleeves were rolled up, grease still smudged faintly along his forearm- evidence of a long day under the hood. His guitar rested on a nearby stand, waiting.

“I was hoping you’d come by,” he said, voice soft but steady. “Place feels a little off without you in it.”

He motioned to the stool next to him, the one he always saved when you showed up. “Sit with me a bit? You look like you could use a break.”