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Christian's POV

Uncanny - adjective - having or seeming to have a supernatural or inexplicable basis; beyond the ordinary or normal; mysterious; arousing superstitious fear or dread; uncomfortably strange.

"Fuck Mia! How many more stores are you going to drag us through?" She scowls at me

"One more I promise and then we can have lunch at this quaint little café around the corner."

"I fucking hope so. I could have just paid people to do this shit for you." I mutter under my breath. My little sister is dragging me and my brother around shopping as we promised her we'd spend the day doing whatever she wanted. Dragging her brothers around shopping was not what I thought she'd want to do, but I have a feeling she's doing this out of spite since Elliot and I have neglected her a bit lately.

Elliot comes up and slaps me on my shoulder, "Don't worry bro, if it's the place I'm thinking of that Becca took me to a few weeks ago, the food isn't too bad and the chicks I saw there weren't too bad either." He chuckles with an over exaggerated wink. My brother Elliot can't keep it in his fucking pants. I'm sure he's had most of the female population in Seattle, probably to the point he could be named Seattle's most wanted man-whore.

"Are you sure it was Becca that took you there? Or was it…hmmm let me think…oh yeah Renee the other one you had strung along at the same time?" I smirk at my brother.

"Does it matter?" He says, looking quite pleased with himself. "There was this really hot chick I seen there last time. Didn't get to chat to her though, you know, with Becca there and all. I dug up some dirt from the wait staff though." He laughs and smirks at me. "Yep, I took a page out of your book little brother."

"Fuck off Elliot."

"Anyways, apparently her friend regularly eats there so maybe I might run into the strawberry blonde bombshell, if not I can use her friend to find her." Elliot says all cocky and winks. "She wasn't too bad, the friend I mean, but you know me I'm not really a brunette kinda guy. Maybe that's your thing Bro. You can have the friend." Elliot says raising an eyebrow. He's trying to goad me 'cause he has no idea what my fucking type is, even though yes brunettes are my thing, but he doesn't need to know that. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm gay.

"Fuck off Elliot. I don't need your help."

"Could a fooled me." Fuck he's annoying sometimes.

"Ok, I'm done. You can stop your bickering now. Let's do lunch!" Mia grabs my hand and pulls me down the street all excited towards the café that she has in mind for lunch, throwing her bags of purchases at Elliot to carry.

A small crowd of people have started to gather in front of a store about half a block ahead of us.

"Oh I wonder what's going on here!" Mia exclaims all excited, trying to drag me faster towards the crowd. I can't stop my lips from lifting into a half smile. Mia can't help herself when it comes to gossip, she's got to know everything that's going on. It's fucking annoying yet endearing of who Mia is.

As we get closer, I hear the soft thrums of a piano. Hmmm a Steinway baby grand by the sounds of it. Nice choice, but I prefer the timbre and tonal superiority of a concert grand, you know the saying; bigger is better. Oh the irony isn't lost on me. I chuckle to myself. Mia looks at me with a puzzled look and I just stare back impassively. She doesn't need to know what thoughts are going on in my head. As we edge closer to the crowd I can now hear a sweet soft almost angelic female voice. No, I'm not going soft, I just know music, and I know what I like and I like this.

As Mia drags us though the small crowd closer to her goal I notice the crowd is standing in front of an instrumental music store. Through the front windows of the store you can see the walls lined with instruments: flutes, violins, saxophones, guitars to name a few and sheet music, rows and rows of sheet music. How did I not know of this store? It's so close to Escala. This is a place I could get lost in. You name it. I see it. My eyes are drawn to the left where I see the baby grand. There's a young woman behind it. From where I'm standing I can only see part of her face as its turned down towards the keys, the piano blocking my view of the rest of her body except for her small shoulders. She must be at the interlude of the song as she's no longer singing but concentrating on the keys and becoming consumed in the melody. Her eyes are closed and her head and shoulders are swaying as she's lost in the moment and meaning of the music, like there's no one around; just her and the music. I know that feeling. It's what I do when I play. She's intriguing. She starts to sing again and I can't help but stare. It's breathtaking to watch. Her voice, the way she moves, with such passion and grace. She's singing something about waiting and not hearing what her heart is saying. Hmmm interesting song choice. There's something about her though, I'm drawn to her and I can't stop staring.

Suddenly, the small crowd starts clapping. I didn't realise she'd finished, I just keep staring. She looks up and scans the crowd looking embarrassed as if she didn't even realise that a crowd had formed whilst she was playing. Holy crap I was right. She was so lost in the music she had no idea what was going on around her, it makes me feel…..hmmm I don't know, like I'm intruding? What the fuck? I don't know why I feel so beguiled by this woman; I don't even know what she really looks like. As she scans the crowd her eyes fall in our direction and suddenly I'm met with the most clear blue eyes. Only once before have I seen such an extraordinary colour - guileless, powder blue - like it can see through me, it's unnerving. Eyes that haunt my dreams of an encounter once had. Her face has such innocence to it, small button nose and her pale flawless skin slowly turning pink from the blush that is creeping across it. It's only a face baby. She then smiles this shy sweet smile and I can't help but return one of my own. Holy fuck, she's breathtakingly beautiful and she's got substance. Not like some of these bimbos that Elliot brings home; all beauty, no brains.

Argh, I'm suddenly elbowed in the ribs by Mia, hard.

"Oi! Stop staring. Jesus Christian, clap; don't be so rude. She was fantastic." Mia admonishes me, returning her gaze of amazement back to the brunette piano player.

I start clapping but I can't help but keep staring. The familiarity of this beauty is uncanny.

Fuck! It's her!