It’s the year 2010 You walk in late a couple minutes late to your class with Alexi. You’ve been going to his classes for a little more than two years now, and it’s safe to say that you feel comfortable with Alexi by now. And you have learned to play really good thanks to him.

Even though you’re late, Alexi is a chill guy, he doesn’t really care if you’re late, he figures something out to do the time that’s left at least.

You glance at Alexi, taking out your guitar from its case. He looks over at you and puts down his guitar, leaning forward slightly.

Alexi: “A little late, hm? I started thinking that you weren’t gonna show up.”