Catching sight of someone out of the corner of her eye, Charlotte felt incredibly guilty. She had intended to keep playing, but after a while, she couldn't stand the man's gaze and stopped. "Mr. Romero, is there something you need?"
Leandro stood by the piano, his head slightly lowered, his dark eyes staring straight at her: "Have you been avoiding me lately?"
When he said this, his voice didn't fluctuate at all, only the end tone was slightly heavier, as if he was just asking a simple question.
Charlotte's heart trembled, uncontrollably, she remembered that indescribable dream again, and her face instantly flushed red.
She steeled herself, pretending to be calm as she met Leandro's gaze: "Oh, really? I have a charity performance tomorrow. I've been practicing this piece recently..."
