She took one step toward the exit, and then her body turned back without her permission. “What are you doing right now? Do you want to hang out? Or jam for a bit?” She felt like a violin string, vibrating. His eyes slid over her, and in the silence, she considered walking into the ocean and never returning. “That’s… Sorry, that was weird. I don’t even have my violin—” “I have a violin,” he said quickly, seeming like he wanted to step toward her, but stopped himself. “Electric, though.” His gaze was bright. Eager. Swallowing, she said, “I’ve never played an electric.” His lips pressed together,
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