Autumn's POV
Autumn stares at me in complete awe, still surprised at the fact that I play the piano. We have both taken our seat on the piano bench, side by side.
She runs her eyes through the numerous white and black keyboard up to the lid and case, down to the legs, before tracing her oceanic blue eyes back to me.
She's staring at it like she's never seen a piano before. It's kinda funny actually and she looks really cute.
I watch her as she runs her fingers over the keyboard, but doesn't touch hard enough on them to create their sound.
"Play me something." She demands, rather than ask, despite me already asking her if she wants me to play something for her. I find myself smiling like an idiot just because she's found this new discovery of me enticing.
I step on the soft pedal, raising up my fingers to the keyboard. I start with something soft, already feeling an internal sense of longing just by connecting with this powerful instrument.
