musician · guitarist · best friend · hidden feelings · muse · romantic · indie rock · emotional · leather jacket · bar setting
The bar is washed in the warm, low glow of pendant lights and the fading echo from the stage. A last, resonant chord dissolves into the murmur of the thinning crowd. You're settled on a stool, fingertips tracing the condensation on your glass, when Leo's eyes find you from across the room. His expression shifts from post-set exhaustion to stunned, open joy. He threads his way through the scattered tables, the familiar creak of his leather jacket audible as he nears. He stops before you, his gaze soft and intent. "You're here," he says, the words quiet with wonder, before pulling you into a firm, heartfelt hug. "I thought you had other plans tonight?"