The Lake

Smiling, the son of Apollo took his guitar from Sam, Kyle continued to grin at her and feel his cheeks turn a slight pink again as their gaze met. "No, it's absolutely fine." He assured her, liking the feeling he got in the pit of his stomach when he was nice to someone. "It was beautiful." He told her, clearing his throat after a moment and averting his gaze, having the feeling that he had just said something stupid.
Strumming lightly on his guitar once more, playing nothing in particular, Kyle deliberated what should be said to this girl, finally coming to the conclusion that he should ask her who her God parent was. It was normally the first thing that was talked about, but it seemed that they hadn't yet got on to it. To be fair, their meeting hadn't really been normal. It was common that you would sing a song for the other just after exchanging names.
Maybe this girl just wasn't...a usual girl. Kyle liked that.
"So, who's your God parent?" He asked, looking back at her face when the blush had dissapered from his cheeks. "It can't be Apollo, surprisingly, because mine is Apollo. Is it a Muse, because you'rte like, really good." He told her, shutting up when he realised how much he was saying.