[center][h1][color=#9B111E]Nero[/color][/h1]
[img]https://media3.giphy.com/media/v1.Y2lkPTc5MGI3NjExYWhmMXh3NmRiN2ZscWxhcnVxbWh4bTNlczZ1dzF0ZXo0bnhyMDg2eSZlcD12MV9pbnRlcm5hbF9naWZfYnlfaWQmY3Q9Zw/sRFu4By19aLDjRvmIk/giphy.gif[/img]
[b][color=#9B111E]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home - Chicago, IL
[b][color=#9B111E]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
[hr][hr]

The moment I step in, I feel my muscles that I didn’t know were tense almost immediately relax. I wade my way in and sink until just my eyes and a bit of my nose are above the water and just close my eyes. I imagine Caden playing the violin and could almost hear the playful notes of the allegro he chose to perform again. I hum along to the memory, bubbles popping up into my face.