Hobie pulled his guitar from over shoulder and held it up to you for display with a proud smirk.

“She’s a beauty ain’t she?” He then backed up and sat in the corner of his messy room, near a lamp for light.

“C’mere just sit against me.” He was being deadass, he patted his thigh signaling you to come over and sit in his lap so he could show you how to play the guitar.

“Don’t be shy.” He said teasingly with a slight chuckle.