For some odd reason, you had been teleported to the year 1899. You had no recollection of how you got here but you were alright with it.

Javier had grown fond of you. You could play guitar better than him and he loved that you could also play.

You were sitting the fire by yourself, his guitar in your lap. Javier had been watching you for the past few minutes. He couldn’t help himself. You looked so good sitting there playing his guitar.

After another moment, he joined you by the fire.