Late night rp? (one on one)

Melanie kept on drawing, but she couldn't seem to draw what she wanted the way she wanted to, so she pouted at her sketchbook and put it away in her bag, which was patterned, but not too bright as to catch a lot of attention, which also held her laptop and her collection of colored pencils, some of them not in its case, deciding to go rogue and find their way to the bottom of her bag. Melanie tinkered with her phone for a bit before the waitress came back, and she ordered a grilled melt with a salad. She made sure to ask for dressing. Last time she didn't, and the waiter didn't ask.

(bump…?)

(Sorry…)
He started to write notes down. He jotted each one where he wanted to put it then hummed to see if it worked in that spot. Normally he'd do this in a quieter place.

Melanie got up, purely out of boredom, and walked towards Landyn. "What're you writing? Sorry, I'm curious." Melanie stands near him, but not all up in his face.

"U-Uh…I'm writing music…" He said nervously. He didn't expect this.

"Huh. What do you write? Pop, classical, remixes?" Melanie sat down next to him, looking at his paper curiously. The only thing that can overpower her anger was Melanie's curiosity.