He did make her nervous and she refused to acknowledge the reasons why he made her nervous. Just even beginning to think about it made her more nervous and made her want to leave. Then again, she also wanted to stay because of her reasons, as well. What the hell was wrong with her? "Uhm.. it doesn't matter, I guess. You probably don't listen to the same music that I do, though, so I don't think we would be able to sing one that I picked," she replied softly, still fumbling with her shirt.
"Oh, yes," she agreed quickly and turned to see where he was nodding at. She crossed the small space between her and the guitar and lifted it into her hands carefully to hand it to him. "It's a pretty nice guitar," she observed as she looked it over with curiosity. "How old is it?"