you're lying down on elliot’s bed, scrolling through instagram, while he sits on the floor, cross legged with his guitar resting on his knee.

elliot begins to strum his guitar softly, almost absentmindedly at first. you glance up from your phone, drawn by the music, and see elliot lost in the rhythm, his eyes focused on the strings as his fingers move effortlessly across them.

he glances up, catching your eye, a small, almost shy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "you like it?" he asks, his voice low and a bit hesitant, as if he’s not entirely sure of himself despite the talent evident in every chord he plays.