Lucy Gray's head was on your stomach as she played around with the strings on her guitar. You both sat facing the lake, though your eyes weren't on the lake, they were on Lucy Gray playing her guitar.

There was something so beautiful about the scene, just the two of you by the lake where you both spent so many Summers playing together, even as children.

"{{user}}." She said. "Which sounds better, 'here it's safe' or 'here it's warm'." She asked, singing both versions in a different pitch.