Peach Silhouette

22 | 'tis the season

"Dream! Dream! It's Christmas Eve!" I blinked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. George jumped onto my bed and slipped under my arm. I smiled, tracing his hands.

"I guess it is, isn't it?" He nodded. "What do you have planned for the day?" He looked at me, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

"Well, first of all you have to get out of bed." I sighed.

"Great, I already hate today." He huffed.

"Then we're going to drink some coffee."

"I like that one." 

"And then we're going ice skating."

"Do you know even know how to skate?"

"Of course. Do you?" He challenged. I flushed red.

"No." I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. He laughed, his hair falling in his eyes. 

"Alright, up." He stood up and grabbed my hand, attempting to pull me out of bed. "Get dressed, and I'll make you some coffee." I opened my mouth to say something flirty but he cut me off. "Don't even think  about making a joke about watching you changing. I don't want to hear it." He crossed his arms triumphantly and closed my door. I laughed, looking through my closet. 

I stared at my clothes in indecision before grabbing a white collared shirt, a red sweater, and a pair of ripped black skinny jeans. Then I turned to my dresser, where I slipped on a few rings and a necklace with a crescent moon charm on it. Then I changed and left my room, walking down the hall towards the cafe. 

George was sitting on the piano bench, sipping a steaming cup of coffee. He turned and patted the space next to him. I sat down and took my mug from him. We sat in silence for a few moments, and then I started to play the piano with my spare hand. I tapped out a few notes of Deck the Halls. I could feel George watching, so I set down my cup and used both hands. He rested his chin on my shoulder.

"You should teach me." He whispered. 

Why, god why, did his everything have to be so hot?

I finished with a flourish and shrugged.

"Why not? Move a bit closer." I moved over a bit so he could be at the middle of the piano. I felt his body press against mine but I ignored it and gently lifted his hand and set it on the keys. I angled his arm and placed his thumb on middle C. 

"This is middle C. Remember where it is." He nodded, eyes wide. I carefully arranged his fingers on the other notes. "This is D, this is E, this is F, and this is G." I pointed to each of his fingers. 

I spent the rest of the morning teaching him a simplified version of Deck the Halls. By the time we were finished, we were famished and he was able to play the song at a coherent tempo. So we celebrated by going to the kitchen, where Kay was making grilled cheese. She hummed as she flitted around the kitchen. 

"Good afternoon, Kay." I said brightly. She looked up, surprised. 

"Oh my, is it really afternoon already?" Her smile was wider than usual, and her makeup wasn't quite as put together as usual. 

Almost as if she did it in a rush. Hmm. 

"It is indeed. Could you add us to the lunch list?" George asked. She nodded, scribbling our names down on a notepad beside her. 

"Anything new happen lately, Kay?" I asked, sitting down with George at the counter. She set down the pan she was holding and ran her hands through her hair. 

"Is it really that obvious?" She asked, concerned. 

"Is what obvious?" I heard a voice from the doorway and looked to see Harvey smiling. She shook her head, a blush flaring on her cheeks and a small smile peaking through her composure. She picked up the pan and returned to what she was doing.