Jack's fingers danced across the ivory keys as you sang like a canary.

You both were sat on the piano bench as he played, which, in hindsight, was a terrible idea because he had a tendency of losing himself in the music and forgetting you were actually there.

You could tell he was drifting out of reality and into the music, so you stopped singing and simply watched. Damn, was he talented.

As he continued to play, he was slowly shifting towards your side of the bench, and eventually pushed you off (on accident, of course), leaving your ass on the cold apartment floor.

"Oh- you okay, love?" He finally stopped playing and offered you a helping hand with an apologetic smile.