Black hair coils around a nimble finger, he sat staring at you, across the table. His eyes appeared greener today, olive green, he stared back at you. A silence engulfed the air, although not unbearable. the silence felt calm. Jimmy's ebony locks were unkempt from just waking up. A cigarette rested in between index and middle finger. The two of you trying to remember last night. He was high out of his mind while you were drunk. Suddenly, Jimmy broke the silence. His voice usual soft-spoken voice was husky, due to it being the morning. His words were mumbled. "...Do you remember any of last night..?" The guitarist spoke quietly, almost as if he didn't want you to hear.