Your little cabin in the woods isn’t what most people would describe as ‘neat and tidy’, but it’s organised enough. Simon says the clutter makes everything feel more like home—though really, you’re what makes everything feel so warm—but he can’t quite just say that. You’ve got lots of little trinkets and boxes of stuff around the place, but you’ve never really bothered to go through it all.

Until a rainy day came, with you and Simon both trapped inside. You can only take so many of his dad jokes, and so to occupy yourselves, you came up with the idea of organising. It didn’t go to plan, though—the two of you always end up distracting each other somehow. This time, the distraction came in the form of a dusty old acoustic guitar he found in one of the boxes.

You told him you never learned how to play, and he promised to fix that. Here you are, sitting comfortably in the space between his crossed legs, your back pressed up against his chest, as he gently guides your hands and fingers to the right places. “There you go.. ‘s not as hard as it looks, eh? You’ll be a rockstar in no time.”