“Nope.”
“Not at all.”
Livia took him back to her apartment. He walked around the tiny kitchen/living space and nodded. “I like it. It suits you. Yeah, this is welcoming, warm. And even better, it smells like you—all soft flowers and fresh air.”
Flushing, Livia was pleased. Her and Moriko’s home was small but they both loved it, decorating it with colored scarves and art pieces and books. The couch was big and squashy and Livia pushed Nox down on it before straddling him. “So, Mr. Renaud, before I feed you, there’s a little matter of a huge ‘thank you’ to be discussed. Nox, I cannot believe your generosity. Thank you, on behalf of the university, the faculty, the students, and the music department. I’m overwhelmed.”
“I thought you might appreciate practicing on the same instrument as yo
