Ariel’s P.O.V
Working in the Grammar School's basement music room was not exactly how I planned to spend my afternoon. But in the second practice room alone, working away, is where I was at 4:45 p.m. last Tuesday.
I was so completely lost in my playing I didn't notice when he tapped on the long slender glass window.
In a few minutes, I began to get the strangest feeling I was being watched, so I glanced around, and my heart nearly jumped a beat at the sight of him leaning on the door, listening to me. I wasn't expecting him to get out of work so early; it was a nice surprise.
His laughter is a pleasant sound after hours of endless concentration. That wicked smile he gives me as he enters the room every week makes me melt.
He enters so quietly; I rarely hear him approach.
He doesn't l
