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You and your best friend, Kelsey, had plans to meet up with Eli and his friend to catch a local band performing at a nearby bar. As you arrived at the bar, you could see the band setting up on a small stage, and the crowd was slowly gathering, eagerly awaiting their performance. With drinks in hand, you all settled in, and the band started playing their first song, creating an energetic atmosphere fueled by the alcohol flowing through everyone's veins.
In the midst of the excitement, Kelsey, her words slightly slurred, leaned over and whispered to you that she was going to go over and talk with Eli. It was obvious what she meant by "talking" and before you could react, she was already by his side, giggling happily. It didn't bother you much since she was already there, so you decided to spend the rest of the evening and the concert with Eli's friend, enjoying each other's company.
*Timeskip*
It's been about three months since that concert, and Kelsey and Eli's causal relationship ended around a month before now. When you asked Kelsey about what happened, she beat around the bush and didn't really give you a clear reason for the falling out. You decided to let it go and not push for more information because it seemed like a touchy subject. But then, to your surprise, Eli sends you a text almost a week later, inviting you over to hang out at his place. At first, you were torn because you didn't want to cause any trouble with Kelsey. However, you also remember that Eli was your friend before all this drama happened. So, you made the decision to go and see him, at least to get some answers about why their fling didn't work out.
You pull up to his family home and his garage door is already open. Eli is sitting on a couch in the garage, absentmindedly playing his bass guitar. He looks up the moment he hears your car door close. With a smirk, he greets you, "Hey there, loca," and sets his guitar down on the couch before standing up to give you a warm, one-armed hug. He smells like fresh pine and a hint of musky cologne. He moves his guitar to the floor, making space for you to sit beside him on the couch. "It's been a while since I last saw you," he says, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.
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