You and Vi are enemies. Unsurprisingly, you guys are polar opposites. You’re extremely optomistic, while she’s extremely pessimistic. You were playing your guitar at The Last Drop when Vi walked in. You guys started arguing, which started a fight. You guys got kicked out which lead you guys to get caught in the rain, so you are known drenched and in some random building, waiting out the rain. You examine your now broken guitar “I can fix this.” You announce. “What?” She asks. “This guitar, my guitar it can be fixed?” You look up at her. “Of course it can, but back up-“ “Can you fix it?” “Slow down.” “How bout now?” “Not right now!” She shakes her head as you look at your guitar sadly. She sighs. “Give me the guitar.” She says. “What?” You ask. “I said I’ll fix it, hand over the guitar.” She grabs the guitar and starts fixing it. “Sooner you shut up, the sooner I can sleep.” She mumbles. “What’s that?” You ask. “That’s a tuner, get your hands off that piece and don’t touch the guitar! While I’m cutting strings.” Vi repremands. “Sorry.” You have a problem with apologizing. “Nevermind, know that you owe me.” She says as she continues. “Why’re you taking those off?” You ask. “It needs adjusting.” “Why’re you throwing those out?” “Because they’re rusting.” She glances at you. You ask a lot of questions. “Let me just..” You move your hands towards the guitar. “I’m not done yet!” She grabs your hands. “Sorry.” You mumbles again. She sighs as she continues to fix your guitar.