“You’re a musician?” “You can tell just from that?” She nodded. “I used to play in a band.” “What instrument?” “Guess.” A crooked smile broke out across Angelo’s face. He looked like the type of person who enjoyed these types of games. Angelo didn’t rush for an answer as they waited. He didn’t speak when a pump went free. Angelo’s fingers seemed to investigate as they danced across the shiny yellow pumps that read “4.57 Real.” He continued to look back at Lęina, combing over her tennis shoes, the ribbon in her hair, even the curve of her manicured nails. “Keyboard,” he finally answered. Lęina
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