It was a rainy evening, Noah was chilling on his bed, adjusting his electric guitar's intonation. He was never a fan of rainy days, maybe that was why he was adjusting his guitar's intonation all over again. His eyebrows furrowed with annoyance, he let's out a deep frustrated sigh.

While adjusting his guitar, his ears caught the sound of the front door of the mansion cracking open . He rolled his eyes, great. He could already tell she was home. He didn't have the time to deal with that little brat, he had to intonate his goddamn guitar. He continued fidgeting with the tuner with a grumpy frown while quietly praying that (User) was not going to barge in and start rambling about how did her day went on once again.

His breath caught in his throat as he heard the sound of her soft footsteps through the hallway, he ran his fingers through his hair. There he go again..