I played a few more songs and, because it was already 11 p.m., I decided to go home. I took my piano sheets and my suitcase and I started to say goodbye to everyone.

Everyone, except Gilbert.

He was waiting for me just behind the door.

- Oh, greetings, handsome pianist – he said with a smile - Can I walk you home?

- It would be a great pleasure to me – I answered.

We walked home... No, I was walking home and he was walking me home... It was so difficult to me that I started wondering, how soon could we start living together.

- I live there - I said.

- That's not the nicest place I've ever been to – he said – but also not the least nice. Maybe that's because of you – he winked.

- Or maybe it's because of you? - I answered with a smile and disappeared in the building.

When I locked the door, I suddenly sit on the floor and thought about one thing: was Gilbert flirting with me or not?

The next evening I took my piano sheets, locked the door, ran down the stairs, opened the door... And guess who was waiting for me...? Ok, you're smart enough to know. But I'll write it anyway.

Gilbert.

Just standing there, staring at me and smiling.

- What? - he said, instead of "hello" - I just thought you shouldn't walk here alone...

- I have been "walking here alone" for almost two years, so...

He took my hand. I gasped. He smiled. I turned red.

- Well, well, well... You definitely shouldn't walk alone in a place like that... - he slightly touched my fingers – You're an artist, you're so sensitive... Somebody may hurt you...

- Yes, like the owner of the bar, when I'll be late for work.

He giggled.

- Then let's go.

The bar was as crowded as usual. I sighed and went to the piano, Gilbert was going behind me. I sit, he sit as near me as possible. It cheered me up a bit.

Crowd, smoke, all those drunk people... To me, it was so disgusting. But then, I hit the piano keys and forgot about life for a while.

I played another songs, Gilbert sung something, people clapped and some of them even gave us higher tips. I was kind of shocked.

- Well, well, well – whispered Gilbert – Somebody's a star, huh?

I smiled.

- Two somebodies, Gilbert.

I think that made him happy.

- So – he asked during a short break – can I have your phone number?

- Sure! - I answered. I never give my phone number to anyone. Anyone. Well, it's not that kind of bar. I could have so strange phone calls, that I never do it. But he... He was Gilbert, right? My... Friend, right?

And so, we gave each other our phone numbers. I'm still not sure, why did I do that, but still think it was a good idea.

It suddenly started to be my day routine. I used to go to work, carry the newspapers for the whole day, eat something I optimistically called "dinner", take my piano sheets, meet Gilbert, go to work, stay for some time, drink a coffee, played more, walk home with Gilbert, take a bath, think about Gilbert, go sleep.

Everyday.

Nice.

Author's Death Note:

Sorry for my laziness...

Try to find quotes or motives from the songs into the text. Find something and you'll get a choco chip cookie ^^

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Yours faithfully,

M.