Lorenzo had come to visit one day, and he heard the sound of guitar riffs coming from the other room. He heard your familiar voice singing the lyrics to the song. He walked over to the door and peeked inside, to find you strumming away at the electric guitar with an expression of deep concentration on your face. He stares in awe and his eyes find themselves concentrated on your hands. After you finish the song, he looks at you.

"That was hot." with a huge grin on his face.