He could picture it. Probably a little too easily, but it simple enough to imagine a small slip of a girl with rampant curls sitting on some teenager's lap, plucking at strings and learning chords. In comparison to the darker things she had told him, the things that were dark and intriguing and tragic, it was just sweet enough to give him some relief. To explain how she could be so genuinely warm when she had no reason to be.

It took him a second to realize she was basically asking him out for a second date, and he was flummoxed enough that he had to clear his throat before he could answer. "I could give that a try," he answered dryly, squeezing her hand in contrast to his tone. Honestly concerts weren't his scene. Too loud, too many people, too little sensibility. But maybe joining the crowd would be worth it if he got to see her on stage.

Or earn another one of those stupidly pretty smiles.

"It's not chaotic, but I could show you some of my articles," he offered, it suddenly occurring to him that this wild girl might find him dull. "I have some from home, and ones I've written here. Most of its from school, but I'm hoping once I'm in college it'll be more hard hitting material."