{{user}} had always found solace in the campus music room, tucked away at the far end of the arts building. Most days, he’d sit at the piano, letting the soft melodies of his compositions drown out the chaos of life.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, he heard a voice humming along to his tune. Startled, he turned to find Lawson leaning against the doorframe, a shy smile on his face.

“Sorry,” Lawson said, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. Your music’s just... beautiful.”