manners

- Chapter 4 -

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Lana's POV
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A Few Days Later, 8:12 PM...

It's been a long day at the studio, and I just wanted to go home at this point in the evening. Ever since a few nights ago, I have warmed up a little to Ambrose, but now he's the more distant one. Why? I couldn't tell you. I don't think anything has happen since that night that could have made him this way...

Anyways, he's been a very good sport with staying long hours at the studio with me. I know it's his literal job to stay with me, but I can't help but feel bad because he doesn't have anything to do while I work. I've tried offering him some things to do, but he simply declines and continues to sit on the couch next to me, watching me work.

He does get curious sometimes, and asks me what I'm doing or what something is and what it does. Those moments make he happy because he's actually conveying some type of human emotion and talking to me. Those moments don't come often though, sadly enough.

I was working on some guitar audio right now, and a sudden thought came to me, "Ambrose, do you play any instruments?" He looked a little startled by the question, obviously not expecting it, and shifted a little in place, "Uh..."

His hesitation made me believe that if he did, he was shy about it, or he thought it was unprofessional to say so; or he didn't, and he doesn't want to say that he doesn't play any instruments because he's here in a studio with a musician. If it was the first reason, that was nonsense since I'd find it very cool if he did play something, since I'm a musician.

   "Well...?" He was taking a very long time to answer, and when he finally did, he sort of looked away, almost in embarrassment, "Yeah... guitar.. drums.." I smiled in his direction, though he couldn't see it as he was facing away from me as he sat next to me with his arms crossed.

   "Really? I would not have expected you to play the drums." He looked back over at me and tilted his head a little, "What makes you say that?" I sat back a little on the couch and shrugged, "You just don't see many tall drummers." He didn't say anything after that, and I could tell this would become more awkward unless we moved onto something else, so I did.

   "How tall are you anyway?" I sat back a little more, turning my body towards him, he answered quickly, as it was apparently not too personal of a question unlike what instruments he played, "Six foot seven." My eyes widened a little. Goddamn. He really was fucking tall.

   We talked for a while longer, and I was genuinely enjoying this small talk with him, as it's probably the most we've talked for an extended amount of time. But of course, everything good has to come to an end for me...

   The studio door suddenly swung open and in walked Daniel. It made Ambrose get to his feet out of instinct to protect me, but what made me confused was when he didn't sit back down, and continued to stare down Daniel as he walked further into the room. Daniel looked angry, but for the life of me I could not figure out why. That was soon answered.

   "I've been waiting for you for over ten minutes, what's taking you so long? You said you got done at eight." I sighed a little, sat up, and took off my headphones before placing them next to my laptop, "I went a little over since I had to add some things. Calm down." He scoffed and motioned to Ambrose, "I'm not gonna calm down, cause are you sure it was because you had to add some thing? Or was it because you were gettin' close with this creep?"