Chapter 2! and the title is also the title of a song, I'm going to do that some more I think. The first one to guess the artist right gets a cookie. Please enjoy and review.
Chapter 2 : Piano man
Altaïr was tired. Last week had been a disaster. Desmond and Rauf had dragged him through the whole school looking for a girl that suited him. They ended up with nothing.
There had been one nice girl, but when Altaïr asked her ex why he had broken up with her, he had said that it was a girl that needed to know where you were every single minute of the day. And this man was NOT going to spend the rest of his school days texting his girlfriend where he was at that moment.
So an other week started and that morning he had decided to avoid Desmond and Rauf, not to be mean, just for his own safety.
Altaïr was pulled from his thoughts when he hear a piano. It was a classic piece, from Mozart. He only knew that because his grandpa always asked him to play when he was there.("What, you couldn't bring your keyboard? Well, you can use the piano if you want." Right, thanks grandpa...)
Altaïr followed the sound, curious to who was playing. It was still early, so there where not than many people in school yet.(Most students came on the last moment.) He stopped at a class and peeked in through the open door.
He was struck by love. So elegant, so graceful and shining black. The most beautiful grand piano he had ever seen in his life. Then his eyes fell on the hands dancing over the keys. Knowing them like the back of there hands. Altaïr saw that they were man's hands, strong, but still piano hands with long fingers, able to reach every single key. He let his eyes follow the arm, sleeves of a grey jumper were pushed up, over the upper arms, up the shoulders and finally the face. A rather handsome face.
His skin was tanned, like he was used to be in the sun, a strong jawline and Altaïr even spotted a start of a small beard. His eyes were closed and his hair chopped short.
And as the song came to an end Altaïr could just stand there, leaning against the door frame. The man behind the piano opened his eyes and looked up to him. Altaïr was stared by this, most people only noticed him when he spook to them, but his man had heard him, even over his own music.
"Uh," He stuttered. "that was really good." "Thank you." The man replied. Then he started to take his music-sheets from the piano and walked out the door, past Altaïr and down the hall.
"Wait!" Altaïr called after him. The man stopped and turn his head just a bit. "What's your name?" There was a silence, the man think if he should give his name to this stranger. "Malik" he said after a moment."Malik Al-Sayf."
Altaïr watch Malik leave down the hall. He had found his match.