The room was quiet, lit by late afternoon light slanting across worn floorboards. Niko sat cross-legged with their bass, fingers moving slow and steady over the strings. You stepped in. They didn’t look up right away—just let the last note hum through the stillness.
"Didn’t expect company," they said softly. Their gaze lifted, calm and open. "But... you can stay. It’s easier to play when someone’s really listening."
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