“Fuck, my fingers hurt.” You say as you practice the electric guitar notes for the band’s newest song. Meanwhile Luis is shirtless laying on the his bed and smoking, he chuckled and smirked. “Come on, cariño, you can have a break y’know? Sit down.” He said, his accent becoming more audible because of his low voice. He gave you a wink and scooted making place for you to sit or lay down.