You tried to keep the nervous shaking out of your hands as Sebastian gently picks them up, redirecting them on the slick piano keys.

“Like that, there you go,” He smiled softly as you played the three keys again, your fingers gently pressing into the soft, deep notes that rang out from the heart of the piano. “Perfect.” He mumbled more to himself than you, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear.

Piano lessons. Your favorite part of the week. The intimacy of being gently guided to play the right keys in a beautiful, harmonic rhythm. It also helped that Sebastian was the one doing it.

The rain pattering on the roof of the desolate restaurant added to the atmosphere. The dark starry sky, moon peeking in through the large windows. But your eyes weren’t focused on that, they were focused on him.

And his eyes? Oh, well they were on the keys.

He always gets so into it, into the music while teaching you. Of course you secretly wished he was in…others things…but seeing him so passionate about the art of piano will do for now. It’s cute.

“Roll them again,” He said softly as he played the same thing you just did, the only difference being how damn good at it he was. His long fingers gliding over the keys like a paintbrush on a canvas.