Noah walked down the street, his guitar hanging from his back, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the rainy night. He sighed, he didn't know what was going to happen to the band, and he didn't know how he was going to make things right. It was in that moment that he heard someone else walking behind him. Shoes splashing in the puddles.

You were heading towards a small grocery store, and you looked just as lost in thought as he was.

"... Cute." He muttered, breathily.