Don't Pay Attention

"Oh sorry," Said the boy as he helped me pick up the numerous guitar chords I had printed out before I left. He picked them up and handed them to me without even looking. But I looked at him, He had black hair that sat just above touching their shoulders and blue eyes that were much like mine. He stood up and turned around to walk off without saying as much as a word to me. "Thanks" I muttered breathlessly as he walked out of earshot. I picked up my guitar case and walked in the other direction.