To Color Your Life

Emily returned to the room with a violin in her hands. Her fingers trembled with a little anxiety.

"I remind you again that I haven't played for a long time." She took the bow and ran it over the strings and closed her eyes.

A smooth melody spilled over the room, fingering high and low notes. It flowed over the flowers in the vases as if caressing their petals. This melody ran an imperceptible breeze through the windows, feeling for a way out, and slipped through the open door leading to the garden.

The piano sounds were carefully added to the violin dance. As if asking permission to join this beautiful dance.

Emily opened her eyes to see Justin, his fingers were moving smoothly from one key to another.

She increased the speed, pressing harder and adding depth to the music. The man picked up her pace, and a minute later an extravaganza of violin and piano triumphed in the living room, like two lovers who met after a long separation.

"Awesome! That was awesome!" Mrs. Hayes clapped her hands when the music stopped. There were tears in the woman's eyes.

Emily stared at her boss, unsure of what to say.

Justin smiled and started clapping too, "You were great Emily."

No, you were great, boss.

"I didn't know you could play the piano," she finally said.

"I don't know how to play," Justin chuckled, "This melody is the only thing that unites me and this instrument."

"But you played like a pro! Trust me, I can tell the difference. In our first year at college, Kelly and I were obsessed with the idea of ​​our own musical band and rehearsed this duet every day like crazy. If she hears you playing, she will be shocked."

Evans laughed. "Well, I'm flattered by such a high rating. My many hours of work were not spent in vain. " He paused for a moment, and then with a smile added, "Well, what do you think did you fall in love with me even more?"

"Shameless." Emily turned away so he wouldn't see her flushed cheeks.

She was already used to the fact that this man could easily surprise her. But now she was in indescribable admiration.

And if you honestly answer his question, then yes. Now she fell in love with him even more.

"Oh, dear ones, you made the old lady happy," Marian Hayes dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, "What a happiness it will be if I can see my grandchildren dancing to the play of their parents, as you did before, Emy. Louise and Norman will be happy."

At the mention of her parents, Emily's heart stabbed with the usual pain, but this time it was softer. "Granny, don't rush things. It's too early to talk about grandchildren."

"It's always early for you! I don't want the kids to remember me as a shriveled old lady. They should see grandma while she is still fresh and beautiful."

"Marian, you can entrust this important matter to me," Justin put his arm around Emily's shoulders and pulled her to him, "I'll find a way to convince this naughty girl."

He put his hand forward, and grandmother slapped it with hers. "I'm counting on you, dear."

Hey, stop! Does my opinion matter to anyone here? Emily blinked in confusion.

Boss, usually when talking about children, guys flip out or run away at the first opportunity, and do not give hope to the first grandmothers they meet!

But this couple was in some kind of their own illusory world, and Emily had no choice but to remain silent. Let them plan what they want.

After a short conversation, they said goodbye to their grandmother and got into the car.

They drove back in silence, but this silence was so comfortable that if the boss offered to go straight through several states, Emily would not hesitate to agree.

It was good next to him. It was good to be silent, to laugh, even to be angry or nervous. Everything was fine with him. Is that possible?

This is more like a craziness from being in love, she decided.

The man stopped the car in front of her entrance and went out to open the door for her. Emily liked that little gesture, too, although she could perfectly well have come out on her own.

"Thank you," she said as they took the elevator to her floor. The girl again did not stop him when the man followed her. He again did not ask for permission.

The elevator stopped and Emily got out.

"For what?" Justin asked and followed her.

The echoes of her own heart pounded in Emily's ears. "For everything. For the dress, for the gifts. For grandma's good mood. For amazing playing."

She turned away and walked towards her apartment. The third one from the right, a few more meters, - and here is her door.

"Today I picked up the violin for the first time after the death of my parents. I don't know how to describe how I feel. Thank you, Justin."

"No, thank you, Emily," Evans leaned his shoulder against the wall next to the front door and watched the girl fiddle with the lock.

The lock on the door clicked and Emily turned the handle. The girl bit her lip, pondering the question. "Would you like to come inside to drink some coffee? I would suggest something else, but I have nothing at home," she smiled shyly and looked up at the man.

Justin's gaze was deep, captivating, hot and soft at the same time.

He raised his hand and straightened one of the strands that fell on her face, "Today is my first time playing the piano for someone. No one has seen this yet. You were the first."

"Really?" Emily wondered. The news made her even more pleasant. It was as if something magical had happened, and only she knew about it.

"Really," the man nodded.

Justin pushed his shoulder off the wall and stood next to the girl, "Thank you for the invitation. Tomorrow I will definitely take advantage of it," he winked, and after a second Emily felt a light kiss on her cheek.

"Have a nice day, Miss Hayes. Unlike you, I still have work to do today. So have a good rest for both of us," Evans said and walked back.

"Justin!" Emily called out to him when he had already pressed the button to call the elevator.

The man turned his head.

"Please, do not play with me," she said.

The elevator doors flew open.

"What will you do if I am serious?" he asked back.

Emily said nothing.

"See you tomorrow, Miss Hayes. Remember to think carefully about the menu. I like something hot," the man said goodbye and disappeared behind the elevator doors.