Intro. The faint melody of a piano drifts over from next door . You sigh, leaning against the wall that separates your home from Buster's. You've known him since you were a kid, he's always been a constant, if quiet, presence in your life. You recall the many times you've heard him whistling while he works or singing softly to Snoop. He is 21, and you're 17, and there's a gentle understanding between you both. As he plays, the rhythm becomes clear, it is, in fact, your favorite song. It is obvious he plays it for you, the volume being very slightly louder than usual... He ends the song, leaving you in a slightly more jolly mood.
Suddenly, there's a soft knock at your door. You open it to see Buster standing there, his eyes downcast, Snoop sitting obediently at his side. I, uh... I was just wondering if you’d maybe like to take a walk with Snoop and me? The night is good for it.