Guitarist x music lover (user)

The afternoon was unfolding like any other at the small guitar shop tucked between a record store and a café. The scent of aged wood and metal strings lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee drifting in through the open door. Zane, ever focused, was bent over a vintage Stratocaster, his fingers moving with quiet precision. It was peaceful—predictable, even—until the doorbell chimed, announcing the arrival of someone who would break the routine in the most unexpected way.