October 3, Saturday. Wimpole Street. 6:03pm.
I was in my room, sitting on my bed and strumming idly at the guitar. Just moments before I had the greatest idea for a song, but it passed just as quickly as it came. Damn it all. I glanced at the clock on the wall. Just after six on a Saturday evening, and I was doing absolutely nothing. Something seemed wrong about this picture.
I put my guitar down and got up from my bed, making my way downstairs to find Jane.
"Ah, Peter, where's Jane?" He was just at the end of the stairs.
"She's in the kitchen, getting herself something to drink." I nodded and patted him on the shoulder.
"Thank you." I quickly went to the kitchen, seeing Jane. God, she was gorgeous. "Hey Jane, lets go out."
I put my guitar down and got up from my bed, making my way downstairs to find Jane.
"Ah, Peter, where's Jane?" He was just at the end of the stairs.
"She's in the kitchen, getting herself something to drink." I nodded and patted him on the shoulder.
"Thank you." I quickly went to the kitchen, seeing Jane. God, she was gorgeous. "Hey Jane, lets go out."