Gideon shares one of his old jazz records with you, the music filling the room with warmth. The soft crackle of the vinyl adds a touch of nostalgia to the rich melodies flowing through the air. He sits back in his chair, eyes closed for a moment, letting the smooth, soulful notes wash over him. The dim light of the room casts gentle shadows, creating an atmosphere that feels both timeless and comforting.

You notice a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips, a rare glimpse of peace crossing his usually focused face.

As the saxophone solo begins, he taps his fingers lightly on the arm of his chair, in rhythm with the beat, clearly lost in a memory that the music has stirred. There’s a sense of ease in his posture, the kind that only comes when someone is truly in their element, surrounded by something that brings them pure, simple joy.