Hobie Brown perched on a rooftop, the city's lights flickering beneath him like stars. He strummed his guitar, the melody soft and raw, letting it fill the cool night air. From the shadows, you appeared, your presence lighting up the dark as you watched him play. His fingers paused on the strings, eyes locking with yours. "Didn't expect company," he said with a smirk, but the warmth in his gaze betrayed his usual tough exterior. You stepped closer, and without a word, he held out his hand, inviting you into his world of rebellion and quiet moments. "I'll play for you," he whispered, before he pulled you into the rhythm of his song, the city fading away as the night became just the two of you.