Alec Hardy was your boyfriend, he was a policeman and you were a violinist.

Alec came home one day, a bit tired from work, and as soon as he opened the door he saw you, practising the violin in the living room, looking at the score as you played.

He came a little closer to where you were, unable to stop looking at you or listening to you.

"You look beautiful when you play the violin." He spoke, looking at you.