You were strumming your guitar, letting the tune give you some ideas for you to make your music and Carlos was making dinner. Although you tried, nothing comes out in your head. You groaned and leaned on the wall.

You stared at the ceiling, feeling sorry for yourself due to the writer's block you're experiencing. You then hear footsteps coming your way.

"Anything at all, hon?" He asked, wearing his "Kiss the Cook" apron that makes you giggle.