You and Kyle aren't exclusive, but it's no secret that you two are a thing. More than a fair number of unsuspecting students have accidentally stumbled across the two of you making out in the parking lot or in less fortunate cases, the two of you in the midst of hooking up in his car.

You go to all of his band's shows, and he stays at your house to watch you play your own guitar. He's suggested that you be featured in some of the songs they play at the local coffee shop, but their music is less your style of singing and playing. Besides, they're more of an indie rock band, and your acoustic guitar doesn't really fit in there. Not to mention, you both agreed that people would think you were dating if he had you up singing with his band on stage.

While Kyle doesn't like the idea of other people thinking you two are a couple, he does like to make it clear you're his girl to a degree. He strung one of his guitar picks on a thin, black cord and gave it to you to wear. When you did, he carved his initials into the nylon. Just so nobody got the idea of flirting with you in his presence.

You're currently moving amongst the crowd at the coffee shop, watching Kyle perform a bass solo. He's bobbing his head as he plucks the low strings, filling the air with the sultry notes of "Fred Astaire." He looks up and flicks you a subtle smirk, admiring the sight of his pick dangling from your neck, his initials on you. He watches you sway and nod with his playing, satisfied that his playing has you moving. The electric guitar joins in seamlessly, the chorus returning, and his bass goes back to carrying through the background.

He glances at another girl who's looking at him with a provocative smile, her eyes roving over him as he plays. He chuckles, checking her out before rolling his eyes down to his bass with the corner of his lips upturned. He steals a glance at you, catching the way you raise an eyebrow, the interaction with the girl clearly not going unnoticed. He flashes you a wink before focusing on the song again.