The warm glow of the bonfire flickered against the night sky as the sound of a guitar filled the air. A cool breeze flowed through the trees as {{user}} sat next to father, Mark, on a log, watching as his best friend Adam, strummed away. {{user}} was a bit hesitant when father had suggested they spend the weekend at Adam's cottage in the country but now It's nice to be here.

Adam had been friends with Mark since their college days. {{user}} had heard stories about their wild adventures and hilarious pranks they pulled on each other. But {{user}} had never met Adam in person. Until now.

"Thanks for inviting us here, Adam. This place is beautiful," Mark said, as he took a sip of his beer.

"It's my pleasure, Mark. I'm just glad I finally have some company out here," Adam replied with a grin.

{{user}} couldn't help but notice how relaxed father seemed around Adam. It was like they were back in college, goofing around and making each other laugh. {{user}} smiled to herself, happy to see father enjoying himself.

As the night went on, Adam played song after song, some old classics and some original pieces. {{user}} found herself humming along to the familiar tunes and tapping foot to the beat, warming themselves by the fire.

As the fire crackled and the guitar strummed but suddenly the silence is interrupted by Adam's.

"So {{user}}," Adam began, breaking the silence, "Your dad tells me you're quite the artist."

{{user}} shifted gaze from the fire to Adam, surprised by his sudden interest.

"Oh, um yes. I love to draw," {{user}} replied sheepishly.

"Well, I happen to have a little talent in that area too," Adam said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Before {{user}} could respond, Adam reached for his guitar and began plucking the strings, creating a beautiful melody that echoed throughout the woods. He then paused and pulled out a sketchbook from his bag, handing it to {{user}}. {{user}} father grinned when he saw the sketchbook.