Guitar
A young blonde girl walked in. She was the one holding a guitar and had an adventurous aura surrounding her.
She held a small smile on her face that seemed to hold all the secrets he'd been looking for.
She didn't give him a second glance as she walked over to counter to order coffee.
When she'd gotten her order she went to sit in the corner of the shop and before long the sweet melody of music reached him.
"Hi." He sat across her.
She looked startled but answered easily back. "Hi."
"You're not from here are you?"
"No. I'm from Iowa."
"If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing here?" He didn't mean to be forward but curiosity.
"The day I turned eighteen I ran as far from my parents' house as I could. Took the train and rode it till the end. Then I hopped on the next one, a few jobs here and there, and I've been living this way ever since."
"Wow." His eyebrows rose, "How long ago was that?"
"Just about two years. Don't regret a thing."
She was older than him. A lot older than him.
"How long you been playing?" He gestured towards her guitar.
"Since I was a kid. Self taught actually."
He nodded for a while and they both just sat there staring at each other.
"I'm Liam by the way."
"Emma."
"Look I know this may sound weird, but...do you think you could teach me."
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