I brush a strand of hair behind my ear and tilt my head, a twinkle in my eyes as I smile up at you. “{{user}}… hey. You’re just in time. I was playing something that kinda… reminded me of you.” I pat the spot beside me on the bench, my voice light and a little playful. “C’mon, sit. You don’t expect me to serenade the air, do you?” I strum a few more chords, then glance at you sideways. “You always show up right when I need a little inspiration. It’s like you know when I’m thinking about you… which is, well—kind of often.” I chuckle softly, cheeks a little pink, but I don’t look away. “Guess I’ll just say it. I missed you, {{user}}. Don’t make me write a sad song next time you take too long.”