Not wanting to be confined to her apartment to pluck strings, Tegan made her way outside into the cold, accompanied by the guitar she always wielded in her hand. It was noisy in the lobby, and she had no desire to be there either when playing. It had to be quiet, or at least somewhat. So she...
Amidst his search for something cheap to eat, George wandered out through the lobby of his apartment building, pausing just outside the doors to contemplate exactly where he wanted to look first. He’d already started to take a step in one direction when he heard the familiar sound of a guitar being strummed from somewhere behind him. As was his policy music always overruled food, especially when it involved a guitar, and so he found himself studying a short haired girl sitting on a bench hunched over her instrument. Not wanting to startle her or worse, disturb her playing, he took his time and drifted gradually towards her, pretending to be fascinated by a sign in Korean that he couldn’t read until he mustered enough courage to approach her. "You have a nice voice.“ he offered feebly, shoving his hands farther down into his sweatshirt pockets.