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Prompt #19: Mingus - People can connect over music. They proved it on their first day.

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It was a rare and auspicious moment when Auggie Anderson brought home a girl who could actually name what was playing in his stereo. He'd barely pressed PLAY on his way in to let the smooth sounds of jazz fill his apartment when his guest's breath caught in a gasp of delight.

"Oh, Charles Mingus!"

Auggie's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "You know your jazz, all right," he said, folding up his cane and setting it on the kitchen counter.

"Told you I'm a fan." He heard the soft clunk of her purse dropping on his end table. "Your place is nice."

"Hafta take your word for it," he joked. "Want a drink?"

"Sure. Wasn't planning on driving home, anyway." Click-click-click went her heels as she started to explore the apartment. "Real nice. And clean. Cleaner than I'd expect a bachelor's pad to be."

"Blind guy tripping over his own crap is just taking the cliché a bit too far."

She chuckled. "So even you draw the line somewhere. Good to know."

"Here." Auggie held out one of the beers he'd grabbed, feeling her take it with slender fingers. "Make yourself at home."

He heard her kick off her shoes, then a soft whump as she flopped on his couch. "Ahhh," she sighed in relief. "Feels good to get off my feet."

"Tell me about it."

Another sigh echoed around the room. "This is a great song."

"Yeah," he said. "You like it?"

"Yeah!" she replied, clapping her hands lightly together. He could just imagine her bouncing in place like a teenager. "Especially this one. "Better Git It In Your Soul" right?"

Auggie grinned. "Very good. I'm impressed." Sitting down beside her, he stretched his arm out to lie on the back of the couch behind her head. "Got any other surprises?"

She snuggled against him, giggling softly. "Why tell you? That'll spoil the surprise."

Further conversation was halted by the ringing phone. "Annie Walker," it said in a robotic voice. "Annie Walker."

"Who's that?" asked his guest.

"Work. Sorry." Auggie got up and headed for the phone. "Anderson."

"Hey Auggie, are you - hey, is that Mingus playing?"

"Yeah."

She paused for a moment, then asked softly, "You have a girl over, don't you?"

"What makes you say that?"

"You're playing "Better Git It In Your Soul." That was playing the last time I stopped by when you had company over."

And now Auggie felt guilty, like he'd been caught in the act by his girlfriend. Shaking it off, he said, "Why the call?"

"An op just blew up in Lisbon. Literally. Joan's sent out the call. All hands on deck."

"On my way." Auggie hung up and turned to face his guest. "Sorry, I have to go into the office. Can you call a cab home?"

"Sure Auggie. I understand." He heard her footsteps as she gathered up her things and headed out the door, giving him a kiss farewell on the way out. "See ya around."

He didn't respond. His mind was back in work-mode, ready to go save the world with one Annie Walker.

One girl knowing his playlist was a rare and auspicious occasion. Two in the same week? It was just plain freaky.

"Well that mission sucked," Annie sighed, collapsing on the couch. "I hate Lisbon."

"You love Portugal, don't lie," Auggie teased. He picked up his stereo remote, pressed PLAY, and immediately the smooth notes of jazz floated through the apartment.

"Mingus?" Annie asked, sounding surprised and a little wary.

Auggie sighed. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna seduce you over Better Git It In Your Soul. I'm classier than that."

"Is that so?"

He didn't say a word, but let the music do his talking. Sure enough, once she recognized the tune, he could practically hear her smile as she gasped. "Pork Pie Hat?"

"What can I say?" he said with his own smile. "I save the best for my bestie."

Just saying...I HATE PARKER!

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