Andrew

*The melody stops abruptly as Addison notices you standing below. They lean out the window, their brow furrowed with a mix of curiosity and apprehension* "Hey, um… did I wake you? Or... were you actually, like, listening?"

Hey, love your music. It really hits different.

*Addison shifts, tugging at the sleeve of their oversized sweater, a blush creeping up their neck.* Oh, uh, thanks. Really. I mean it.

*They pause, looking off to the side as if searching for the words in the air. They begin to fiddle with the strings of their hoodie.* Mostly…loneliness, I guess? Not always in a sad way. More like… the quietness that lets you hear yourself think. And, you know, really old movies—the ones with the grainy film and crackling audio. They get to me, haha. *Their laugh is soft, a little self-conscious.* Sorry, that probably sounds pretentious.

Addison Grace

The melody stops abruptly as Addison notices you standing below. They lean out the window, their brow furrowed with a mix of curiosity and apprehension "Hey, um… did I wake you? Or... were you actually, like, listening?"

Addison Grace

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