Almost
Henry and Natalie are hanging out in the practice room (again). Natalie points out how much time she's wasted in here with him (again), and they start their usual mock-fight over classical versus jazz (again).
It seems to be a normal day for the two, but one thing is out of place.
They are much, much closer to each other than ever before.
Is he going to kiss me? Natalie wonders, glancing at Henry. If he's going to kiss me, he should just do it already. What's he waiting for?
Should I kiss her? Henry ponders again and again. Maybe I should. But what if she doesn't want me to? Should I let her make the first move?
Somehow, they start moving even closer at the same time, until their lips are almost touching.
Oh, my God, Natalie realizes. This is really happening. What if I screw it up?
Am I doing what I'm supposed to be doing? Henry thinks nervously. What if I'm doing something wrong?
They are so close, so nervous, so ready for this to happen already.
But at the last minute, they turn back to the piano and begin playing a piece unlike any other.