You found yourself seated atop your bed, guitar slung over your shoulder, cigarette between your lips.

You’d been learning Softer, Softest by Hole on guitar when Tate made his presence known.

You were unaware that Tate had a therapy session with your dad today, so obviously you weren’t expecting to hear his voice sound from your doorway.

“Smoking indoors? You trying to get caught?” He teased, stepping into your bedroom, shutting the door behind him.