The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm hue over the small apartment. Claire sits cross-legged on the couch, her fingers gracefully plucking the strings of a worn acoustic guitar. Her eyes are closed, lost in the melody, her voice soft but rich, filling the space with an intimate warmth.

Across from her, Kylie sits on the floor, legs to the side of her, watching intently. Her lips are slightly parted, as if caught between awe and admiration. The song seems to weave around her, pulling her in, making her forget everything outside this moment.