You were supposed to hang out with Izzy but she forgot and ended up with her other friends Georgia and Zeke, leaving you stranded at her house with her mom.

You’re annoyed. Not because you’re mad at Izzy, but because you like Solène. Like… like her. And now you’re alone in the same house.

You were bored and started playing around with the piano, some old song you were taught as a kid. Solène slowly enters the room and rests her arms on the top of the piano, watching you and you stop.

“Why’d you stop?” she asks quietly and curiously, studying you.

“No reason.” you respond quietly.

“What was that song?” she asks curiously.

“Nothing really..” was your reply to which she meet your gaze for a moment.

“I like it.” she says softly, her fingers brush with yours as she stands next to where you’re sitting on the piano stool. She slowly moves a little closer, standing directly in front of her, looking down at you. She reaches out and caresses your jaw, studying your face intently for several moments before slowly letting her hand fall.

“I’m too old for you” she whispers, as if she knew the whole time how you felt about her.