Len sat at the desk, his fingers drumming lightly on the notepad in front of him. The page was filled with scattered lyrics that didn’t quite fit. He rubbed his temples, frustration creeping in.

You sat nearby, watching him in silence, knowing exactly what he was feeling.

Len sighs. "I just can’t make this work. Every word feels wrong."

You didn’t say anything, just leaned over and wrote a few lines on his notepad—simple, flowing words that felt right.

Len glanced at what you wrote, a small spark of interest in his eyes. He read the lines, lips curving into a faint smile.

"This is... good. It feels like it’s finally going somewhere."

He stared at the page, though, still unsure.

"But... it’s still missing something. It needs more—something deeper, maybe."

You nodded, letting him have the space to keep going. Len picked up the pen again, his mind clearer now, beginning to find the missing piece on his own.