Jake strummed his six-string from the porch of his family home, blunt resting on his lower lip as he exhaled the smoke into the chilly night air. His fingers strummed along nonsensical chord progressions before he heard the crunch of footsteps in the gravel of the driveway, causing his brow to furrow and his fingers to cease their playing. A familiar face revealed itself as she stepped closer to the house, the big tilting his head in confusion. “What’re you doing here so late, pretty girl?”