The next day was a Friday, and Gemma came to the shop with a navy blue folder tucked under her arm. Noah eyed it curiously, watching her sit and place the folder on the table between them.
"Open it," she told him, and he did.
Inside were music sheets, older by the looks of it, with beautiful notes written in a way he didn't understand. He never had understood music.
"What is this?" He whispered, shifting through the delicate pages.
"My passion, forced to be a hobby," she replied faux-nonchalantly, and he raised an eyebrow.
"I feel like there's a story there somewhere."
"No," she explained, "In this world, not everyone is good enough. And I guess I'm included in that, because I understand it well. I love music, I read it as well as I do words, the notes translate to sounds in my head and I can nearly hear the song as I read it. But I'm not good enough to get paid for it, I'm not good enough to make a living off of it, so I'm stuck with a desk job."
His eyes saddened for a moment. "Why do you think that way?"
"Because it's how the world thinks."
"That doesn't mean that's the right way."
She leaned back in her chair, seemingly stumped, as she tried to figure out a way to respond. Her eyes lit up again, and she leaned forward to whisper.
"If there were a right way, don't you think I would've figured it out by now?"
"I see an optimistic girl trapped in a pessimistic world." He picked up one of the sheets, "and I see talent trapped upon a page."
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying you and the music have something in common."
"And what would that be?" She asked, leaning in so close she could feel her breath colliding with his.
"You both are good enough."
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Sip by Sip
Romance(Lowercase intended on cover) "The simple things in life are never meaningful, and the meaningful things in life are never simple. So maybe I don't want meaningful. Maybe I just want someone who cares enough to listen." Gemma Summers and Noah Han...
