"Your theater training put to work." He could read music just fine but he'd written enough to learn how to play a song by trial and error, or by listening. "Nothing." The smile was wiped away in favor of a wide eyed, more innocent look.
He stepped around her to the area where she had motioned, fingers brushing over the various bags that held strings of every pairing, grouping, and note. Finally, he found the one for an acoustic guitar and slipped it off the peg. "This should do it."
Lindsey turned away from the wall, glancing around the shop. "Anything you want to look at?"