A few days later, the raven haired girl is once again on her way to the coffee shop, though not in so much of a hurry. This time she is excited, as there is a thick blanket of snow underfoot, and the sun is shining brightly. The girl is fairly new to the big city, only arriving here a few months ago at the beginning of Autumn, and it never snowed where she used to live. She often visits the little coffee shop after orchestra, as it is just down the road from the hall where her rehearsals are.
Hearing the familiar melody of 'The Swan,' the girl turns to see the young blonde cellist from a few days before. The older girl watches, mesmerised, as the cellist pours everything into the music. As she finishes 'The Swan,' the older girl takes the time to notice what the blonde is wearing. Well, the lack thereof. The young girl is in a scruffy pair of faded jeans and a pale blue t-shirt that appears rather old and worn. She has goosebumps coating her luminescently pale arms, and she quickly moves on to a Shostakovich cello concerto in an attempt to stop herself from shivering. Reaching into her bag, the dark haired girl grabs some coins and an old sweater she keeps as a spare, dropping the money into the case and draping the sweater over the side in hopes that the blonde would see it and wear it.
Walking into the shop, the girl orders her mochaccino and finds her usual armchair, pulling out the unfinished score. As the music comes to a halt, the girl glances out the window in time to see the young cellist drop her bow in surprise and reach for the sweater, gazing around for the donor before locking eyes with her and smiling tentatively.
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A Mochaccino with a side of Music
General FictionA story in which two people bond over music.
