“You’re holding it wrong,” Shin laughed, shaking his head at your cluelessness as he sat closer—one hand reached from behind your back to your right arm as he helped you position the bass guitar on your lap. “Here, like this. And don’t be so stiff, this isn’t a test.”

Shin’s been meeting up with you recently, you’ve been meaning to take up some bass lessons but you didn’t have the budget for it—Shin offered, and how could you possibly refuse?

“You don’t mind a little smoke, right?”