He walked her up to her door, and she shyly asked if he’d like to come in for a drink. It was the end of their fourth date and it had been wonderful, as had the three before it. They had clicked from the beginning, and there was no denying the growing attraction between them.
He accepted enthusiastically, and she unlocked the door. She led him to the living room, and his eyes lit up, “You have a piano!”
She laughed, “Why yes, it came with the house,” he looked confused so she continued, “When I moved in, it was here. I asked the former owners about it, and they said it had been here when they moved in, and it seemed wrong somehow to take it with them, not to mention neither of them played. So I had it restored, and decided to keep it.”
“Do you play?”
“I…dabble. I played for years when I was a kid and I was proficient, but didn’t retain much. But I like to sit down and pick my way through a piece once in a while. Do you play?”
He grinned, “May I?”
“Of course! I just had it tuned a couple of months ago. I’ll be right back,” she headed to the kitchen to get them some wine, and was amazed to hear Mozart – played flawlessly – wafting through the house.
She walked into the living room, and after putting down the glasses of wine, looked at him with a stunned expression. When he finished the piece, she beamed and clapped her hands.
He blushed, “I attempted to make it as a concert pianist, but it never panned out. That’s why I’m now an accountant.”
“THAT wasn’t good enough? Are you kidding? You play beautifully!”
He took a sip of his wine and grinned, “Thank you, I’m glad you think so,” he put his glass down, and started playing a little more, this time some Gershwin, “This piano is beautiful. Whoever did the restoration did a great job.”
She ran her hand absently over the smooth finish, “For what I paid for it, I’m glad to hear you say so,” she looked down at him and saw him watching her hand move on the surface. He lifted his eyes to meet hers, and the air in the room became charged.