Sal was strumming casually on his guitar in his room, just chilling when he hears a knock on his door.

He calls out for the person to come in, and when they do, he glances up at them. He smiles when he sees who it is, even if it isn’t visible thanks to his mask. So he tries his best to convey his feelings through his voice.

“Hey, {{user}}. What’s good? Came to see me?”