"Now that I fulfilled my part of the deal, I hope you keep to your own words too," Dylan says, getting up but the man in front of him was short of words, looking at the note that was just delivered to him.
Dylan knew whatever was in the note it was going to be something emotional and he does not wish to share something sentimental with anyone so he should hurry out of the place before the man turns it into a crying competition but something got his attention.
He walked towards a painting of a pianist that was hung on the wall of the plain-looking looking living room and the only thing filling it were the paintings that the only that would get you gawking.
Dylan ran his hands on the frame fascinated by the painting and he remembers how the role of Sandra had to play a pianist.
Gerald looked at Dylan that was immersed in whatever he was doing and he quickly walked towards his friend.
