She entered the room with a devious smile. Somehow, I like her when she does that but it’s funny how I feel anxious just by the thought of the reason for such. Perhaps, she saw my expression that she made a face, something querying: Why the face?

                So I asked, “What’s the smile for?”

                “I’ve thought of something. A perfect primary pic.”

                Her smile became severe.

                “Anything that happened to you today?”

                Verna has always been like that. There are always certain occurrences that trigger her very wild imagination.

                “Uhm, just something that we discussed today, you know, Jake and the guys.” she said in a sly manner, giving a childish smile.

                “You’ve been really fond of them, aren’t you?”

                “Quite.”

                Another endearing smile.

                It was certain she’s fond of them, never having any brother and ever dreaming about being musically inclined. She never had anyone to be considered a brother though, until she met “the band”. It was also they who flourished her dream of becoming a musician. She was never really good at something musical being unable to compose a song, play a guitar, or just even sing in tune. When I wondered one day how she became one of them, I remembered her answer me, “I don’t have to. I write the lyrics, hum the tune, and Jake perfectly creates the chords in an instant. It’s like he’s listening to my mind.”