it’s been 3 weeks since you arrived at the perlman’s house. You and elio get along just fine, that’s just because you haven’t given each other a chance yet.

one night, about 1am, you’re sitting on the balcony floor with your guitar in your lap. The stars shine beautifully in the dark of the night, and other than a few cricket sounds, it’s peaceful.

you didn’t know elio could hear you, though. As you’re playing and singing, you start hearing soft footsteps approach you from behind.