the recovery project [2]

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aidan

"how're you doing?" he asks, holding up the line that has begun to form behind him. "college?"

everett starts taking other customers' orders. "studying to be a neurosurgeon— it's been really cool so far. how about you?"

"sociology at nyu," he rubs the back of his neck.

"that's sweet of you."

"thanks," aidan feels a blush rise to his cheeks, especially since he can sense that the barista isn't being sarcastic. "are you still playing the cello?"

everett nods, sending a heartwarming smile to a businesswoman. "every day. it was hard to at first after the... accident. i couldn't remember how to move my bow along with the strings and it was really frustrating. but then, i realized i needed to start focusing on julliard, and if i wanted to get there, i needed to be good at the cello like i was before. so... i taught myself all over again."

"maybe you could play it for me sometime," aidan murmurs, the words falling out of his mouth.

"yeah," he grins. "that'd be great. my girlfriend would love it."