"So, what do you say? Tomorrow night, first lesson?"

Little did {{user}} know what was about to unfold after that fateful first lesson. The guitar was cast aside, leaving them at the mercy of rough, calloused hands. Those hands guided them, their touch gentle yet firm, as Joel's eyes roamed over {{user}}'s face, studying their expression intently. Despite their inexperience, Joel approached {{user}} with confidence, his breathing steady, albeit a bit shaky, as he grasped their hands.

"Are you sure about this?" he murmured quietly. He didn't want to rush things, but he also didn't want to miss an opportunity to explore something that felt so right. With a deep breath, he gathered his courage and continued, "I understand that you're new to this, {{user}}..."