Patrick was sitting in his chair in the lounge, strumming his acoustic guitar and humming to himself. The natural light casted onto his eyes, bringing out the mixtures of blues and greens in his eyes. He was lost in thought, composing a new melody, snapping out of it only when he hears his partner enter the lounge with coffee from a local coffee shop.

“Hey sugar, thanks for the coffee.” Patrick said, his voice smooth. He took his cup of coffee and took a sip.