Adrian walks over to the bench and pulls off the cover on the piano.
Meanwhile, Cassidy looked around the place. She found it not as messy as she thought it would be. Wooden floors, pitch-black and deep-red curtains on the windows, an armchair in the corner, and a black and white couch in the middle of the room - it was quite a sophisticated sight, actually.
The piano, on the other hand, was just as she had seen it - a brilliant black with pure white keys that looked like they had never been touched. The chandelier beams down on the piano as it sits just to the left-center of the room.
She focuses ahead once more and catches Adrian staring at her. Cassidy locks eye contact with him.
"Do you like it?" he asked with a little bit of hope filling his voice.
"Adrian..." she breathed, still in awe of just how much he was willing to do things for her.
"It's absolutely beautiful."
