MIA
Ding - Dong! Ding - Dong!
Finally, the bell rang. I inhaled softly and rushed to the door.
It was Alex, my piano teacher. He's thirty-five years old, he is tall and muscular, with charming green eyes, and handsome.
“How are you doing, Mia?” He asked softly, offering a professional smile that reached his eyes.
“I am fine, Alex,” I replied, forcing my nerves down, and offered him a beautiful smile that seemed to fade within a second.
“Good, where are your parents?” he asked, glancing past me into the quiet foyer as he stepped inside and set down his leather bag.
“They are out of the city for a few days,” I replied, closing the door behind him.
“Ok come, let’s get started,” he said, gesturing towards the living room where the grand piano was.
We sat on the bench, but the moment
