+* music lesson

Ellie had caught on way earlier than you thought. The way your gaze lingered on her fingers, following each shift, each flick of her wrist, every time her thumb dragged across the strings. And the way you asked, almost casually, almost careless—“play me something, El?". So when she finally said she’d teach you, it felt less like a surprise and more like she’d just decided to pull you into her little world. "See?" she said again, voice smug but soft, her chin resting on your shoulder now. "Told you it’s not that hard."