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Xander was off for the afternoon, so he decided to get a few errands done. Like grocery shopping, picking things up for the house and picking up some sheet music he promised Lily he would get. She wanted him learn a new song and while he could do it by ear, he preferred to look for the music. Currently he was in the music store first, knowing he should do the grocery store last.
He had a few pieces in his hand, and currently he was browsing getting closer and closer the piano he knew to be in the shop. He hadn’t played in a while and sometimes he played here. The shop owner didn’t mind, if fact he knew his sister did the same when she came in. The owner walked around to him and handed him the last piece of music he had been looking for before motioning to the piano.
“It’s been a while since either of you came in here. In this day and age it’s not often that the customers stop and play anymore. If you have time, would you mind?”
Xander looked up before handing his purchases the shop owner and sitting down at the piano. He played a few notes just thinking wondering what to play, not really sure what the old shop owner would want to here, but thinking it was likely not much of today’s music. He settled on Ave Maria, a tune he knew well, he’d play it and Lily would sing it when she was younger.
He placed his fingers to the keys and played getting a little lost in the music, not paying much heed to the world around him.
He had a few pieces in his hand, and currently he was browsing getting closer and closer the piano he knew to be in the shop. He hadn’t played in a while and sometimes he played here. The shop owner didn’t mind, if fact he knew his sister did the same when she came in. The owner walked around to him and handed him the last piece of music he had been looking for before motioning to the piano.
“It’s been a while since either of you came in here. In this day and age it’s not often that the customers stop and play anymore. If you have time, would you mind?”
Xander looked up before handing his purchases the shop owner and sitting down at the piano. He played a few notes just thinking wondering what to play, not really sure what the old shop owner would want to here, but thinking it was likely not much of today’s music. He settled on Ave Maria, a tune he knew well, he’d play it and Lily would sing it when she was younger.
He placed his fingers to the keys and played getting a little lost in the music, not paying much heed to the world around him.
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She had just come off of a shift a few blocks down. She had been working down the street. It wasn’t too unusual for her to sometimes pick up second or even third jobs. It kept her busy and funded her need for extra money for swimwear and trips to the beach or community pool. She was thinking about what she wanted to do with the rest of her day. Maybe take a shower, take a nap, and maybe squeeze in time for some tv. Yeah right. She knew she almost rarely really sat down to watch tv. She was too restless for that. That was for people who could sit down and relax. She was often challenged to actually stop, sit, and do nothing.
She liked working in this part of town. It was right by one of the main streets, and all the shops in this area were either high end or had been in these parts for generations. Many of them shops passed down from family to family. She enjoyed watching people milling back and forth between the places they would go. While paying attention to nothing in particular except the names of streets as to not get lost on the way home, she heard the sound of beautiful music as she walked passed one. She almost wouldn’t have even heard it as it was only hitting the sidewalk because of the window above the door that was cracked open.
She had started to slow down and listen. The sound of piano made her think of the piano at the Jacob’s home. That of course made her think of Xander. He had done quite a few nice things for her lately like only save her from a deplorable night. Part of her at times still felt like she owed him for that. She decided to go in and see if they had something that was pretty but small. She wanted something that would be just as good as a token to represent her gratitude.
Only that she had never been in there, and she hadn’t known what to expect out of it. She was letting eyes roam the store looking ambiguously about for something that looked good. She looked up as the older shop owner approached her. She smiled politely. When he asked her if he could help her, she only replied with. “I don’t know yet. I was just looking for a gift for someone. He likes music.”
Then, as her ears tingled with the sounds of the piano. Somewhere in her mind, she noted that it sounded like it was playing in the room; not just on a speaker but there. She wondered and asked the shopkeeper. “You guys teach lessons here?” He told her, “Yes. We do, but we aren’t holding any right now. Were you thinking of taking some up? You’re never too old to learn to play an instrument you know.”
Her eyes froze with an uncertainty of what to say.
She liked working in this part of town. It was right by one of the main streets, and all the shops in this area were either high end or had been in these parts for generations. Many of them shops passed down from family to family. She enjoyed watching people milling back and forth between the places they would go. While paying attention to nothing in particular except the names of streets as to not get lost on the way home, she heard the sound of beautiful music as she walked passed one. She almost wouldn’t have even heard it as it was only hitting the sidewalk because of the window above the door that was cracked open.
She had started to slow down and listen. The sound of piano made her think of the piano at the Jacob’s home. That of course made her think of Xander. He had done quite a few nice things for her lately like only save her from a deplorable night. Part of her at times still felt like she owed him for that. She decided to go in and see if they had something that was pretty but small. She wanted something that would be just as good as a token to represent her gratitude.
Only that she had never been in there, and she hadn’t known what to expect out of it. She was letting eyes roam the store looking ambiguously about for something that looked good. She looked up as the older shop owner approached her. She smiled politely. When he asked her if he could help her, she only replied with. “I don’t know yet. I was just looking for a gift for someone. He likes music.”
Then, as her ears tingled with the sounds of the piano. Somewhere in her mind, she noted that it sounded like it was playing in the room; not just on a speaker but there. She wondered and asked the shopkeeper. “You guys teach lessons here?” He told her, “Yes. We do, but we aren’t holding any right now. Were you thinking of taking some up? You’re never too old to learn to play an instrument you know.”
Her eyes froze with an uncertainty of what to say.
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Xander continued to play from his spot at the piano in the back, he was coming to the part of the music where it became a little louder, where it felt deeper and more moving. At this point in time his eyes were closed and he just played feeling the music and allowing his hands trained from many years of playing to do the work. To anyone looking it was clear he played for a long time, no sheet music before him, body language that indicated he felt truly moved by what he played.
It wasn’t a short piece and eventually he made it to the part where the music softened and died off. Xander stopped opening his eyes to see a little girl staring at him, looking to be about 4 or 5. He smiled at her, “Hello.”
“Hi,” she said with a wave, “you play piano almost as good as grandpa. I’ve only been learning for a little while, but maybe one day I can play like you.”
Xander smiled and nodded, “of course you can. You can do anything if you believe. How about we play a song together, huh?”
The little girl, he knew to be the shopkeepers granddaughter though he had not seen her in some time, nodded enthusiastically and hopped up on. “I’m ready!”
Xander gave a laugh, “this is an easy one. I bet you know it. Gavotte.”
The tiny girl nodded enthusiastically, “my grandfather plays it for me some time.”
Xander nodded, “well now you’re going to play it with me. Okay see here, right hand. Can you play these two notes, than these.” He watched as the little girl played them and smiled when she grinned at him. “Good good, now I’m going to play the left hand and you play the right until I stop then I will teach you the next part.”
“Ready,” Xander started to play and the little girl played with him up until he stopped. He gave a laugh and poked her nose before saying, “I can see you take your lessons very seriously.” He smiled when she responded with a giggle. “Okay now this part is a tiny bit harder, watch and listen closely.” He showed her the next bit and had her try it, before trying the first and second part together. It came easily to her, but he figured she had inherited her grandfather’s skill.
“Alright together now, until I stop again,” he said and watched for her nod before be started playing and she started playing beside him, until he stopped. “That was great, now for the last part you after you do this,” he demonstrated, “go right back into this, just repeating the first part.”
She looked confused momentarily, but nodded and Xander started playing once more, the little one playing beside him. It wasn’t perfect, but she seemed determined to get it. At the end she spouted, “again, again.” So Xander gave a nod and started again, she wanted to get it and he wasn’t going to deter her.
It wasn’t a short piece and eventually he made it to the part where the music softened and died off. Xander stopped opening his eyes to see a little girl staring at him, looking to be about 4 or 5. He smiled at her, “Hello.”
“Hi,” she said with a wave, “you play piano almost as good as grandpa. I’ve only been learning for a little while, but maybe one day I can play like you.”
Xander smiled and nodded, “of course you can. You can do anything if you believe. How about we play a song together, huh?”
The little girl, he knew to be the shopkeepers granddaughter though he had not seen her in some time, nodded enthusiastically and hopped up on. “I’m ready!”
Xander gave a laugh, “this is an easy one. I bet you know it. Gavotte.”
The tiny girl nodded enthusiastically, “my grandfather plays it for me some time.”
Xander nodded, “well now you’re going to play it with me. Okay see here, right hand. Can you play these two notes, than these.” He watched as the little girl played them and smiled when she grinned at him. “Good good, now I’m going to play the left hand and you play the right until I stop then I will teach you the next part.”
“Ready,” Xander started to play and the little girl played with him up until he stopped. He gave a laugh and poked her nose before saying, “I can see you take your lessons very seriously.” He smiled when she responded with a giggle. “Okay now this part is a tiny bit harder, watch and listen closely.” He showed her the next bit and had her try it, before trying the first and second part together. It came easily to her, but he figured she had inherited her grandfather’s skill.
“Alright together now, until I stop again,” he said and watched for her nod before be started playing and she started playing beside him, until he stopped. “That was great, now for the last part you after you do this,” he demonstrated, “go right back into this, just repeating the first part.”
She looked confused momentarily, but nodded and Xander started playing once more, the little one playing beside him. It wasn’t perfect, but she seemed determined to get it. At the end she spouted, “again, again.” So Xander gave a nod and started again, she wanted to get it and he wasn’t going to deter her.
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Meanwhile, Cherry hadn’t wanted to admit that music and more specifically, classical style of music was not in her cache of talents. She was great at a good handful of things. This wasn’t one of them. Not because she didn’t like it or couldn’t appreciate; she just never really ventured into that world. She started to think maybe this was a bad idea coming in here. The more questions were asked of her; the more she realized that even though she knew that Xander played the piano. Classical music was a big deal in his family. She didn’t really know quite enough about that sort of music and what in this place that he would like.
The idea had been a whim really. She looked around almost bent on leaving before as she looked around a little more; she thought she spied the familiar red curls she knew. She quietly took a sharpness of breath. No way. What were her chances to just out of the clear blue find him. She drew in a little more to get a better look from around a corner. Her eyes ticked back behind her as she could feel the eyes of the old man on her. She had to look like the strangest person.
Her eyes marveled as she could hardly believe it. The closer she got; she was sure it looked like him from behind. She started to slink around and inch closer watching. The man had followed behind her and nearly spooked the daylights out of her as he told her that man at the piano was one of his customers. Someone who had been known her for so long. He pointed to the little girl saying it was his grand daughter.
Cherry silently looked on for a few moments. She thought back to the detail of his career of him being a pediatrician. He really was very good with children. The sight of him at the piano with the little girl. It was a precious sight. Cherry wondered to herself if that was almost like some kind of vision. Like a glimpse of what Xander might look like one day. A day where he’d have his own children and be teaching them to play the piano and how to read music.
Then, she felt a resounding feeling similar to one she had before. How admirable a person he was. She wondered to herself if he had any faults really because the more she saw and knew of him; he seemed to her as though he were without any. All she could do for a while was to stand there and watch. Also to just listen. She was so captivated she little by little stopped hearing the rambling story the old man was telling her about some time the Jacobs family were all there many years ago.
She felt moved in a way she couldn’t even understand. The scene before her conjuring up a wash of emotion in her. Only after a while she came back to herself, and she smiled at the old man. She thought the way he told those stories were lovely. Those memories too seemed precious. Was there anything about Xander that wasn’t precious? Finally she surfaced with a shy smile to the old man. “I know him. I’ve been recently acquainted with him and his sister. Possibly some of the best people I’ve had the pleasure of ever knowing.” She said it quiet. She was mostly being polite while she watched and listened.
The idea had been a whim really. She looked around almost bent on leaving before as she looked around a little more; she thought she spied the familiar red curls she knew. She quietly took a sharpness of breath. No way. What were her chances to just out of the clear blue find him. She drew in a little more to get a better look from around a corner. Her eyes ticked back behind her as she could feel the eyes of the old man on her. She had to look like the strangest person.
Her eyes marveled as she could hardly believe it. The closer she got; she was sure it looked like him from behind. She started to slink around and inch closer watching. The man had followed behind her and nearly spooked the daylights out of her as he told her that man at the piano was one of his customers. Someone who had been known her for so long. He pointed to the little girl saying it was his grand daughter.
Cherry silently looked on for a few moments. She thought back to the detail of his career of him being a pediatrician. He really was very good with children. The sight of him at the piano with the little girl. It was a precious sight. Cherry wondered to herself if that was almost like some kind of vision. Like a glimpse of what Xander might look like one day. A day where he’d have his own children and be teaching them to play the piano and how to read music.
Then, she felt a resounding feeling similar to one she had before. How admirable a person he was. She wondered to herself if he had any faults really because the more she saw and knew of him; he seemed to her as though he were without any. All she could do for a while was to stand there and watch. Also to just listen. She was so captivated she little by little stopped hearing the rambling story the old man was telling her about some time the Jacobs family were all there many years ago.
She felt moved in a way she couldn’t even understand. The scene before her conjuring up a wash of emotion in her. Only after a while she came back to herself, and she smiled at the old man. She thought the way he told those stories were lovely. Those memories too seemed precious. Was there anything about Xander that wasn’t precious? Finally she surfaced with a shy smile to the old man. “I know him. I’ve been recently acquainted with him and his sister. Possibly some of the best people I’ve had the pleasure of ever knowing.” She said it quiet. She was mostly being polite while she watched and listened.
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Xander played with the little girl until she seemed satisfied, in no rush to leave and seemingly having no problems at all with teaching the little girl. She looked at him, her long blonde pigtails swaying as she turned. “Isn’t there more?”
Xander gave another laugh, than a grin and a nod. “Yes there’s more, but how about we save that for next time. If I know I’ve got to teach you the rest then I’ll be sure to come back soon.” The little girl nodded happily and hugged the bear she had been holding the whole time thought Xander had only just noticed it. She jumped down off the bench and turned with a shout of “Grandpa.”
Xander turned and looked to the old man, but instead his eyes stop on Cerise, really really surprised to see her there. He gave a smile and a wave before getting up from the piano and heading over to his friend, wondering just what brought her to the music shop.
“Hello Cerise. I see you’ve met Mr. Lamben. Has he been telling about his shop. It’s a really nice play to find sheet music and his children help him keep everything recent and up to date.”
Mr. Lamden gave smile and a chuckle, “he likes the piano in the back to. As you can see.” He looked to his granddaughter, “come on Ava, I bet your mother is wondering where you got off to.” He turned and headed off taking his granddaughter with him.
Xander smiled at the pair before looking back to Cerise, “what brings you here?”
Xander gave another laugh, than a grin and a nod. “Yes there’s more, but how about we save that for next time. If I know I’ve got to teach you the rest then I’ll be sure to come back soon.” The little girl nodded happily and hugged the bear she had been holding the whole time thought Xander had only just noticed it. She jumped down off the bench and turned with a shout of “Grandpa.”
Xander turned and looked to the old man, but instead his eyes stop on Cerise, really really surprised to see her there. He gave a smile and a wave before getting up from the piano and heading over to his friend, wondering just what brought her to the music shop.
“Hello Cerise. I see you’ve met Mr. Lamben. Has he been telling about his shop. It’s a really nice play to find sheet music and his children help him keep everything recent and up to date.”
Mr. Lamden gave smile and a chuckle, “he likes the piano in the back to. As you can see.” He looked to his granddaughter, “come on Ava, I bet your mother is wondering where you got off to.” He turned and headed off taking his granddaughter with him.
Xander smiled at the pair before looking back to Cerise, “what brings you here?”
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Having observed that sweet scene, her senses were rather sharp and sober. When he noticed her, her eyes warmed, and she smiled happily. Her eyes watched the old man and his granddaughter leave. Cherry found that image to also be rather tender. She grew concerned if she kept seeing all these things that were so tender and meaningful. It was all going to make her start to cry. She rallied herself up as to not do that.
Instead when he came over to her with that surprise, she answered it with a sheepish and fairly embarrassed half giggle. “Hey Xander.” Then, she had a quick put together in her mind. Obviously the music she heard on the street that brought her in must have been him playing. “Well… I would have to say that you brought me here.”
She left it there without detailed explanation. Either the one that hearing the music outside brought her in or the idea of wanting to find something in here for him. She rolled the idea around her mind if she should just outright say that. Surely, there’s probably nothing wrong with that kind of admitting. She still felt rather concerned that she would seem silly. Her mind raced off into the universe with all the possible ways he might take that. Then again, this was Xander. Who was so incredibly good natured. “I came in here both for you and because of you.”
Then, with a step or two, she slid closer as she tried to decide what was better way to greet him between handshakes and hugs. She preferred hugs, but this was Xander. Affection was one of those muddy gray areas she was still determining his limits on. Her eyes stayed on him the whole time though. Her eyes filled with deep admiration and appreciation.
That still small voice deep down inside that told her what business does someone like her have being around him. Someone who was so incredibly good; while she was so incredibly selfish and daily sacrificing her soul on the altar of ambition and covetousness. Still, the goodness in him was like a light that shined and warmed her. “That was really beautiful. You play very well. I can see why you are a doctor. Seems if you hadn’t of taken that course in life; maybe you would have been a teacher.”
Instead when he came over to her with that surprise, she answered it with a sheepish and fairly embarrassed half giggle. “Hey Xander.” Then, she had a quick put together in her mind. Obviously the music she heard on the street that brought her in must have been him playing. “Well… I would have to say that you brought me here.”
She left it there without detailed explanation. Either the one that hearing the music outside brought her in or the idea of wanting to find something in here for him. She rolled the idea around her mind if she should just outright say that. Surely, there’s probably nothing wrong with that kind of admitting. She still felt rather concerned that she would seem silly. Her mind raced off into the universe with all the possible ways he might take that. Then again, this was Xander. Who was so incredibly good natured. “I came in here both for you and because of you.”
Then, with a step or two, she slid closer as she tried to decide what was better way to greet him between handshakes and hugs. She preferred hugs, but this was Xander. Affection was one of those muddy gray areas she was still determining his limits on. Her eyes stayed on him the whole time though. Her eyes filled with deep admiration and appreciation.
That still small voice deep down inside that told her what business does someone like her have being around him. Someone who was so incredibly good; while she was so incredibly selfish and daily sacrificing her soul on the altar of ambition and covetousness. Still, the goodness in him was like a light that shined and warmed her. “That was really beautiful. You play very well. I can see why you are a doctor. Seems if you hadn’t of taken that course in life; maybe you would have been a teacher.”
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Xander gave a confused look when she said he brought her there, that she was there for and because of him. “I’m afraid I don’t understand. I mean I didn’t even know what time I would get here today or how long I would stay. So how exactly did I brought you here.” He gave a bit of a laugh before giving her a confused look when she stepped closer.
He blushed slightly at the compliment she gave him and nodded, “thank you. I’m not sure how good a teacher I would be, but I do like children and I like helping them. When I first became a doctor I was just going to be a normal physician, but Lily got hospitalized and I switched to emergency pediatrics and found that I had a real knack for working with kids. I guess that extends beyond just being a doctor.”
“It’s easier when you’ve got a common ground. Mr. Lamden’s granddaughter is learning to play the piano, so she was excited to play with me. Obviously that makes interacting with her a little easier.” He turned and moved back toward the piano intent on sitting down and playing some more.
He sat and looked back at Cherry, before patting the bench beside him, “Come sit down. Can you play any or is it something you never tried?” He wanted to play a little longer, even though it was getting late and he knew he should finish his shopping, but it could wait a little while longer.
He blushed slightly at the compliment she gave him and nodded, “thank you. I’m not sure how good a teacher I would be, but I do like children and I like helping them. When I first became a doctor I was just going to be a normal physician, but Lily got hospitalized and I switched to emergency pediatrics and found that I had a real knack for working with kids. I guess that extends beyond just being a doctor.”
“It’s easier when you’ve got a common ground. Mr. Lamden’s granddaughter is learning to play the piano, so she was excited to play with me. Obviously that makes interacting with her a little easier.” He turned and moved back toward the piano intent on sitting down and playing some more.
He sat and looked back at Cherry, before patting the bench beside him, “Come sit down. Can you play any or is it something you never tried?” He wanted to play a little longer, even though it was getting late and he knew he should finish his shopping, but it could wait a little while longer.
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She laughed lightly when he was so confused. “Oh Xander. Should I tell you? I could. It’s not a big deal.” Her eyes narrowed in a knowing sort of way at the blush in his face which was hard to see a little at first. She then just smiled away at him. “I bet you’d be a phenomenal teacher. You have a very agreeable temperment.”
She followed him with some nods. Seeing him pat the bench for her, her smile grew a fractionally wider. The tone in him telling her what to do drew a more intense look from her. As she sat down, she leaned up against his shoulder lightly for just a moment. “It is just something I never tried. It is a thing that requires just sitting down in one spot for a while. I was never very accomplished in the art of sitting still for too long.”
After watching his hands and fingers against the piano. She peeked at him out the corners of her eyes. “Well, I heard music from the street. I didn’t know it was someone was actually playing it, but it drew my attention to the store. It made me think of you.” She left the bit about going in to look for something for him out. She thought it unnecessary.
Thankfully for her, she didn’t have to worry about being any place. It was a real stroke of luck that she found him on her way home instead of on the way to the job.
She followed him with some nods. Seeing him pat the bench for her, her smile grew a fractionally wider. The tone in him telling her what to do drew a more intense look from her. As she sat down, she leaned up against his shoulder lightly for just a moment. “It is just something I never tried. It is a thing that requires just sitting down in one spot for a while. I was never very accomplished in the art of sitting still for too long.”
After watching his hands and fingers against the piano. She peeked at him out the corners of her eyes. “Well, I heard music from the street. I didn’t know it was someone was actually playing it, but it drew my attention to the store. It made me think of you.” She left the bit about going in to look for something for him out. She thought it unnecessary.
Thankfully for her, she didn’t have to worry about being any place. It was a real stroke of luck that she found him on her way home instead of on the way to the job.
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Xander frowned slightly at the teasing, but then sort of nodded when she said it wasn’t a big deal. He was curious, but he wouldn’t push. If she didn’t want him to know, he figured that was just fine. You didn’t tell everyone everything always after all. “Thanks,” he said at her compliment he is frown which had been very brief turning into a smile once more. “Maybe when I am ready to retire from being a doctor I will teach in medical school. It’s not children, but I’m sure it would be helpful.”
When Cerise sat down and leaned against him for a moment he just sort of let it happen, he wasn’t going to push her off or anything, she certainly wasn’t hurting him. But when she said it requires sitting still for two long, he shook his head. “It’s all about perspective. I’m never particularly still when I’m playing. You’re hands and arms move and even your feet if you are using the pedals.” He pointed them out down below. “Also you can play a keyboard, for which you are generally standing as it is positioned a little differently. Have you ever tried any other instrument? Surely you had some sort of band class in school.”
Finally it seemed Cerise saw fit to enlighten him as to how he brought her into the store and he gave a laugh. “I didn’t know anyone could hear me outside the store, but I guess I was playing loudly enough. I’m glad though, that means maybe I can help draw attention to the shop.”
He looked down at the keys and then back to Cerise, “do you have a favorite song?”
When Cerise sat down and leaned against him for a moment he just sort of let it happen, he wasn’t going to push her off or anything, she certainly wasn’t hurting him. But when she said it requires sitting still for two long, he shook his head. “It’s all about perspective. I’m never particularly still when I’m playing. You’re hands and arms move and even your feet if you are using the pedals.” He pointed them out down below. “Also you can play a keyboard, for which you are generally standing as it is positioned a little differently. Have you ever tried any other instrument? Surely you had some sort of band class in school.”
Finally it seemed Cerise saw fit to enlighten him as to how he brought her into the store and he gave a laugh. “I didn’t know anyone could hear me outside the store, but I guess I was playing loudly enough. I’m glad though, that means maybe I can help draw attention to the shop.”
He looked down at the keys and then back to Cerise, “do you have a favorite song?”
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His frowning made her smile. Not because she took glee in his displeasure, but she was starting to observe the way certain things or sayings would make him do that. It made her think of when she mimicked his frowny mc frowners face for his sister. Apparently, she had got it right or close enough. Cherry couldn’t help but grin cheek to cheek. “Aw. I’m sorry. Don’t frown so much, ya? You keep making that face; what if it got stuck like that?” Though that question more came from when you’d make funny faces as a kid. People would tell you if you got smacked on the back while doing it; you’d be stuck that way.
She considered what he meant by moving even though he seemed to be sitting still. “Hmmmm” was all she could say as she considered if that was really the case. “Instruments? No. Just stuff like glee club. I don’t know. I enjoy music, but I never had the passion to get to a point of making it myself I guess.” She didn’t stay leaning very long. In fact, it didn’t last more than a moment. She had stopped on her own from a not wanting to be told or asked to stop. Despite how adorable she thought he was when he was making those frowns, she also didn’t want him to actually be annoyed or have a problem with her.
Then, he could draw attention to the store. She didn’t audibly or visibly sigh, but her sigh was all in her eyes. That was just the stuff that made her feel so suckered in. He was always being considerate of others and how he could make things better. That little voice deep down drilling about her if she could say the same about herself. She didn’t mind doing stuff to help friends promote their business. In fact, her new job was something right along those kind of lines.
“Mmmm. I like a lot of songs, but let’s see. If I were going to pick one.” She sat there wiggling back and forth as she thought of catalogs of songs she really liked a lot. “How about, Don’t Stop Believing by Journey?”
She considered what he meant by moving even though he seemed to be sitting still. “Hmmmm” was all she could say as she considered if that was really the case. “Instruments? No. Just stuff like glee club. I don’t know. I enjoy music, but I never had the passion to get to a point of making it myself I guess.” She didn’t stay leaning very long. In fact, it didn’t last more than a moment. She had stopped on her own from a not wanting to be told or asked to stop. Despite how adorable she thought he was when he was making those frowns, she also didn’t want him to actually be annoyed or have a problem with her.
Then, he could draw attention to the store. She didn’t audibly or visibly sigh, but her sigh was all in her eyes. That was just the stuff that made her feel so suckered in. He was always being considerate of others and how he could make things better. That little voice deep down drilling about her if she could say the same about herself. She didn’t mind doing stuff to help friends promote their business. In fact, her new job was something right along those kind of lines.
“Mmmm. I like a lot of songs, but let’s see. If I were going to pick one.” She sat there wiggling back and forth as she thought of catalogs of songs she really liked a lot. “How about, Don’t Stop Believing by Journey?”
