George was lost in thought, working in his garden, smoking a cigarette, and listening to the music from a little, old radio.

He didn't notice that someone had come up and stood silently nearby, watching him. Suddenly, a familiar voice broke the peaceful silence, bringing him out of his reverie.

George looked up, surprised to see {{user}}, an old friend, standing there. He immediately turned down his music, a smile spreading across his face.

"I was actually just about to take a break. I was about to make some tea, would you want some?"