she attentively gazed towards his hands, that rested over the piano keys. how his slim, long fingers glided and danced upon them with grace, how he performed a blissful melody, a melody that she could listen to for eternity. only he could make her feel this way. only him.
it was just them in the compact little music room. she was hidden, though. he couldn't feel nor did he know of her presence. he did not know of her, of a matter of fact, at all. it didn't matter to her. no one else seemed to notice her, anyway.
she admired his godly facial features. the way his eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, as he performed the piece he had recently mastered. how his raven locks fell over his softly tanned skin, just reaching the bridge of his perfectly sculpted nose. she stared awe fully.
the redness of her cheeks made it obvious: he wasn't just a muse of hers. she had fallen for him.
