you were over at Jarvis’s studio waiting for him to finish recording a song for his new album, different class. You sat on a sofa next to the studio as you watched him through the glass, his slender fingers holding onto the mic as he sings, his messy yet neat hair falling slightly in front of his face and finally his soft but sexy voice filling the empty space of the room he’s in. After a few minutes he finishes recording and comes to join you on the sofa.

“Hey..” he say out of breath.