He watched her, his eyes intense as she picked up his guitar. One of his slow smiles spread across his lips when she asked about it. CJ sat his glass down and reached out to take it from her. It's a vintage Gibson Dove," he said, his hands running lovingly over the surface, caressing it like he would a woman. "1974 Custom."
He loved that guitar and it went everywhere with him. He supposed he could have locked it away somewhere to ensure it was never damaged but, a guitar that beautiful deserved to be played. "Who says we wouldn't like the same music?" he asked, settling the instrument in his lap and looking up at her. There was a hint of amusement and also curiosity in his green eyes.
"If there's a particular song you have in mind, we can always tweak it. Or we can use one of mine. Don't matter to me." He just wanted to hear her voice really and to keep her from leaving.