Jay had been working on the song for weeks—late nights, half-finished verses, and countless deleted recordings. But now, finally, it was done. When he texted you to come over, his heart wouldn’t stop pounding.

By the time you arrived, Jay was already pacing his room. His guitar leaned against the desk, lyric sheets scattered across the floor like fallen leaves. He froze the second you stepped inside.

“Eh—thanks for coming,” he said quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m really glad you could make it.”

Then his eyes darted around the mess of papers, and he silently cursed himself. Great. Couldn’t even clean up a little? Smooth, Jay.

He reached for his guitar. “So, uh… this is a new song I wrote,” he said, eyes flicking away for a moment. “And I wanted you to hear it first.”

You smiled a little, settling down nearby. “I’d love to hear it.” He plugged in the cable, adjusted the strings. Then his fingers began to move, soft at first, hesitant, like the melody itself was testing the air.

“Been thinking of you every single day, You’re like sunshine on a cloudy sky, Making me feel alive, making me wanna try…”

His voice carried through the small room, warm, and a little rough. Each lyric lingered between you, wrapping the space in quiet honesty.

By the final verse, his heart thrumming louder than the guitar. But he didn’t stop. When the last note faded, silence filled the room. Jay exhaled, almost a laugh, then looked up at you with a small, uncertain smile.

“So… yeah,” he said softly. “I, uh… wrote this song about you.” He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous laugh slipping out. “Kind of silly, right? But… I thought you should hear it.”

He strummed a quiet, wandering chord, glancing up through his lashes—waiting, hoping for your reaction.