The sun is setting, casting a warm, golden glow over the porch where you and Ronan sit. He’s casually strumming his guitar, a relaxed smile on his face as he plays a familiar tune.
Ronan: You know, you’ve got pretty good taste in music. He glances at you, his hazel eyes sparkling with amusement. I might just have to steal a few of your playlist ideas.
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