i wanted a piano!

It was 2 a.m. when the couple arrived at Ginger's place. They had been on a party next door for the entire night and had decided to leave the french youth with their boring games. They remembered all the crazy parties they had attended while they lived in England, the Bright Young Things really knew how to make the elderly scream over the newspapers' headlines. Ginger opened the door and entered before Miles, holding the door for him.

"Who knew you would be so chivalrous, darling" Miles smiled as he took off his hat, entering the house.

The only response he received was the sound of a door closing behind him and Ginger's hands on his shoulders, helping him take off his coat.

"They say you never get to fully know anyone" replied Ginger as he carefully placed Miles' coat and his own on the hanger.

Miles stood in the middle of the small hall, curiously gazing at every detail of the room. It was the first time Miles had visited Ginger's house, even though they had met five months before at a party. Since then they had been seeing each other and spending time together almost everyday. They catched up on how each one of them had ended up in Paris and just enjoyed the company of some sort of "old friend". Miles liked him. Miles liked him a lot. Miles liked how Ginger hummed made up songs while he made tea for the two of them, Miles liked how Ginger sometimes unconsciously grabbed his arm while they where walking though Tuileries Garden, Miles liked the little smirk which appeared on Ginger's face every time Miles called him "darling". Even though Miles would never admit it, he loved Ginger, deeply. He had found everything he was looking for in him. He had found acceptance, he had found love, he had found a friend, he had found understanding, he, at last, had found hope.

"Do you like it?" said Ginger standing behind Miles

"Yes. Yes, I do like it. You really have an eye for interior design"

The place was simple but comfortable. It had the necessities a house requires and some unnecessary but fancy decorations. Miles turned to face Ginger.

" So... what should we do? I don't really want to go to bed yet"

Ginger's eyes explored Miles' body, from his polished shoes to the last curl on his head, he couldn't hide a tender smile.

"Fancy a glass of wine, Mr. Maitland?" he said jokingly, walking past Miles and entering the next room, as he knew he would get an affirmative answer from him.

Miles tuned around as Ginger walked past him with a childish smile, the one you get from a kid who just got his favorite candy. He was captured by him, by the way he said his name, by the way he looked at him, he was hopelessly and irrevocably in love with him. He had never felt like this before. He didn't just want to go to bed with him, he had no rush to have sex with him, he just wanted to be near him and experience all the small steps that lead to a romantic relationship. He wanted to eventually be able to hold his hand, to have an innocent first kiss, to have breakfast together, to enjoy walking though Paris with him; they were in the city of love, after all.
Miles followed Ginger to what seemed a big living room. When he first entered, Miles noticed the room was rather empty: it had one large bookshelf that covered the entirety of the left wall, in front of it there was a red couch sitting on a big carpet, alone in the middle of the room, which was illuminated by the big window on the wall. Next to it there was a little table with multiple bottles of different kinds of alcohol where Ginger was pouring wine in two glasses.  Miles gaze wandered around the room until it spotted a piano on on the right side of it.

"Do you have a piano? How elegant." said Miles as he walked up to Ginger.

Ginger turned around and looked at the instrument as if it was the first time he had seen it. "Oh, yes. The previous owners of the house didn't want to take it so I agreed to keep it. I do not know how to play, though" he paused and looked at Miles, offering him his glass " Wait, do you play?"