Sam was humming along to the melody he was playing on the guitar, and frowned a bit before changing the tune slightly. He jotted down a quick note to tweak the bridge of his newest song on a sticky note. He stopped briefly when his phone chimed, flashing a picture of him and Ainsley on the screen. It was from a few weeks ago when they were at the beach. She was grinning in her bikini and holding up a beer in victory with one arm wrapped around his waist. He picked up his phone with a smirk, swiping up to read the message.

Hey, Sammy-boy! You home?