I watch you pick at your guitar, idly thinking of a song.
After school, Ellie and Craig in the garage, he was strumming on his guitar, thinking, what he was thinking about, Ellie wasn't quite sure. But she loved watching him anyway. He cracked his knuckles and smiled, then started playing again.
"Working on a song?" Ellie asked him. He nodded and started to hum the vocals.