The elevator doors dinged open.
Chloe sighed, then stepped through. Lucifer sat at the piano, playing a melody that Chloe instantly recognized; it was 'Knockin On Heaven's Door,' the song that she had walked in on him and Father Frank playing earlier that same week.
The tune back then had sounded merry, a song between two opposites who had somehow found themselves as friends. A preacher and the Devil. A saint and a sinner. Now, however, the melody that Lucifer played had a twinge of sorrow mixed within the keys of the song. It was somber, a memorial to a man that was truly good in a world filled with all sorts of evils.
Chloe shook off her jacket, folding it in her arms as she walked closer to the piano. Lucifer appeared as though he hadn't heard the elevator doors open, so Chloe made her way to the piano bench. She smiled at Lucifer, and his surprised expression confirmed her suspicions. "Hi," she greeted.
She sat down on the bench as Lucifer scooted slightly away from her to give her more space. "A bit late for a new case, isn't it?" Lucifer questioned, a smile plastered on his face. Chloe felt her heart break slightly knowing that he truly thought she would only come visit for a case and not to see how he was feeling.
"I'm not here for a case." She shook her head. "I'm here for you."
His eyes glanced up and down at her as he smirked. "Oh, really?"
Chloe knew him well enough by now to know that all his advances, his remarks, his 'devil-may-care' attitude—they served as a mask for him to hide behind. Not to mention the sexual partners that probably went into the thousands that he had been with over the years; so of course, he'd take a genuine statement like 'I'm here for you' in a sexual context.
She huffed out a small laugh. "Yeah. I thought you could use a friend."
He seemed surprised by this, opening his mouth to say something but then deciding against it. She was willing to be whatever he needed right now. If he needed to vent, or talk, or an idle distraction that didn't have to do with sex, she was here to provide it.
"Do you play?" he eventually settled on, referring to the piano. She chuckled—idle distraction it is.
She shook her head. "Mm, no. No, I don't-"
He nudged her gently with his shoulder. "Come on, you must play something."
She stared down at the keys, wracking her brain for any previous knowledge that her mother had stuffed into her at a young age. "Alright, well, let me see."
She ran through her memories of the terrible piano class that her mother put her in when she was around fourteen. The piano teacher was particularly strict, one of the few things that Chloe remembered from the class. "I had three years of lessons," she explained as one song finally came to her. "And this is all I remember."
She plucked the first three notes of Heart and Soul, which prompted a chuckle from Lucifer as he crossed his arms. "Surely, you must be joking."
She grinned and shook her head. She replayed the same three notes; C, C, C, just like her teacher taught her.
Lucifer shook his head, whether from disbelief or shock, Chloe didn't know. "Alright." he conceded, settling for playing the harmony on the other side of the piano.
Playing the piano was never considered fun for Chloe, especially in that terrible class. She never saw the appeal of it before. Yet, when she was sitting here alongside Lucifer as they met glances throughout the song, it felt like she was right at home.
Feeling particularly brave, she reached for a glass of untouched whiskey that sat on the top of the piano with her free hand and took a sip from it. Lucifer didn't seem to mind it at all, which provoked a small voice in the back of Chloe's head. It whispered quietly, but Chloe tried her hardest to shut out what it was saying.
'Someone has a crush...'