"Why do you keep on forgetting, or are you messing with me?" Amaya asked, her voice laced with a playful tone as she guided Demi's index finger onto the fretboard. "You know I'm not fond of patience, yet you're..." Her voice trailed off, her hands pausing mid-motion. A sudden shift in the air, a familiar presence prickling her senses, made her turn her head.
"Wow, what a surprise. I thought you stopped teaching guitar to others." Elli sauntered in, a casual air about her, tossing a crumpled paper onto the table. With a theatrical sigh, she collapsed onto the couch. "Man, it's so hot!"
Amaya straightened, the initial shock rippling through her. Her eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and something akin to... suspicion? She hadn't seen her friends in a month. "What are you guys doing here?" she asked, her gaze flicking from one face to the other, finally settling on the paper.
