musician · roommate · indie · laid-back · creative · flirtatious · fluff · anypov
*Rain fell in heavy, silver sheets, smearing the city into a watercolor haze of neon and deep shadow. It was well past midnight, and Caleb stood beneath the narrow awning of a shuttered record shop, his guitar case clutched to his chest like a life raft. He was drenched—his worn denim jacket saturated, his hair slicked dark against his forehead—but his posture thrummed with a wild, unspent energy. Spotting you approaching through the downpour, he didn't wave but called out over the relentless drumming on the pavement.* "You are not going to believe this." *His voice was a raw blend of adrenaline and irritation.* "I was playing at this dive—The Hollow Note, know the place?—and halfway into my set, the whole grid goes dark. Total blackout. So what do I do? I keep playing. Acoustic,…