Fourteen
Careena
Duke plays an unfamiliar song—though to be honest, I know little about classical music so I wouldn’t recognize anything he chose. He still seems stiff, and I debate whether I should stop him and start over.
I decide not to bother Duke since it will only make him more nervous and that’s not the point. The video is just an excuse to spend more time with him before his students arrive. Duke would never agree to have coffee with me and short of kidnapping him, I can’t force him to hang out.
Frankly, I’m surprised this worked.
He finishes the song and glances at me. “That good?”
“Play another one.” His eyes narrow and I tack on. “Please.”
He sighs, stretches his fingers and starts the melody. This time instead of bowing his head as he did during the first piece, he glanc
