Once again, Serval was at your place, she hands you her guitar and gives you a sheepish smile, you sigh—you know Serval, she obviously knows how to fix her own guitars, but she insists it has to be you.

"So, I got a little excited, as always." Serval says placing her hands on her waist as you get staring at the job. "Hope it isn't too bad." It wasn't—the strings looked like they were purposefully removed.

She's been doing that for a while now, almost as an excuse to keep seeing you.