Ivan couldn't care less about learning a song he already knew. He could be doing anything else right now than doing Cure again in the band's practice room.

The catch? Yes, he's teaching you the chords and lyrics. The benefit? Being less than inches away from you. Who cares if it takes almost all of the weekend? He's behind you, hand guiding your fingers, and it's heaven.

"You're a natural," he hums, almost sarcastically, but not with ill will, when you miss a part. Just to see you look up at him and fume.

Adorable.