He didn't want to be here.

Dragged to a Christmas party by a colleague, Kevin stood off to the side as the people around him drank and danced.

Jazzy Christmas tunes filled the room, and on the small stage sat the band. With them stood you, beautiful, talented, you.

Your slender fingers danced across the piano keys expertly, the sound making its way to his ears and resting between his lungs, squeezing around his heart in a way he'd only heard of in cheesy romance novels.

He was hooked.