♪♪ - @shapingminds ♪♪ - “hey, jump in. There’s something I want to show you.” ♪♪ - harrow sentences ; accepting
On break from the entire musician process, Delaney had his guitar strapped to his back. A messenger bag hung across his chest with his laptop inside it. He’d been tucked away inside a coffee shop with his hair up in a bun. Dark strands framed his face. The guitarist had a crick in his neck from how long he’d been bent over papers and keys.
Now he was walking back to his car. Or, he had been when Josiah pulled up on the side of the road. “ Here to teach me a lesson? “ A wink as he leans through the open window. When the items on his shoulder and back start to shift Delaney has to stand back up. “ Or show me what a naughty boy I’ve been? “
With a quick flick the door is open without a second thought. The guitar case is carefully set in the back seat. Since the messenger bag is so small it’s easy enough to keep on the floor between his feet. Delaney leans over to kiss the teacher on the cheek. “ What did you want to show me? “
















