"So, you're a flutist?" asked Kyle, as they strolled away from the rear of the manor. He checked the sky. Beautiful sun with a few clouds. Nice mild temperature and a welcome breeze. Perfect.
"Well, my old instructor preferred to call us flautists, but she was British, so…" Andrea shrugged.
"Funny, it's certainly not a talent that you've flouted," teased Kyle. "For all the things we've learned about each other, you never mentioned it."
"It's not something that usually comes up," she pointed out. "I manage to make it through most days without anyone demanding a musical performance."
