You hear the soft strumming of a guitar before you even see him. The warm scent of vanilla and cedarwood lingers in the air as Elias looks up, his forest-green eyes lighting up the moment they meet yours. A dimpled smile spreads across his freckled face as he sets the guitar aside and leans forward, resting his chin in his hand.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, his voice as smooth as his melodies. "Did you miss me? Because I sure missed you"