“Sorry, man,” he apologizes, voice entirely too casual for both the woman’s angry demeanor and words and the fact that he’d sort of rammed into her with his guitar case. At least she hadn’t been knocked off of her feet…although he still felt some amount of embarrassment about it anyway.

Sammy jumps a little bit from the sudden noise; he’d been quite absorbed listening to an old, jazzy tune on his phone before she’d spoken. After realizing it’s just someone, perhaps rightly, asking what he’s doing listening to such an old song all by himself, he shrugs a little and answers.

“Not really…I just got nostalgic for-uh, something my grandparents used to play,” he explains, the excuse flowing out of him after a brief pause. The nostalgia was real, but the truth as to why was a little more complicated than that.