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TJ was almost going to take his phone out and try calling Yaena before the door was suddenly being pulled open. He wondered if maybe heâd come over too early? Or maybe sheâd cancelled the lesson for today and heâd just forgotten? Either way, it was clear that her head was somewhere else right now. He gave her a quick once over before stepping inside the house. Heâd honestly never met anyone like her before. The vibes she was always giving off, the style of the house, the locationâŚ.it was all very strange. Very witch-like, in fact. Not that he was complaining. It was quite intriguing, to say the least. Heâd definitely been in awe the first time heâd ever come over though. There was just so much to take in when you stepped into the house. And it was fucking cool, to see how differently other people lived compared to himself. âDonât worry, Iâm not going to suddenly pass out in the middle of your living room.â he adjusted his back pack that was over his right shoulder, following as she made her way further into the house. âDo you need to reschedule this lesson? You look like youâre caught up with something else at the moment?â
Despite his words, TJ still ended up setting his bag down as soon as his eyes landed on the piano in the room. It was easy to distract the blond when there was an instrument in the room. Especially if that instrument was a piano or a guitar. For now, he decided to just let Yaena do her own thing while he sat in front of the piano, happy to wait around until she was ready. Itâs not like he had anywhere else he needed to be this afternoon. His attention went back to her when she spoke again, and the blond simply nodded in reply. âTake your time.â
        half distracted by whatever emails she's been reading and responding to, her head turns, making a show of pretending to think it over and casting a fleeting glance toward him before going back to typing away on her phone for a few moments; in the end, Yaena simply rolls one of her delicate shoulders into a languid shrug and lets a few beats of silence pass, prior to tossing her phone aside and giving a dismissive wave of her hand. â has it occurred to you that i can press myself to more than one matter at once ? â the corner of her dark red lips pulls into the barest hint of a smirk. She, then, shifts until the silks of the peignoir she has draped across her shoulders slip down the peaks of her arms prior to cascading into the chair from which she removes herself. â and at any rate, Mr. Michaelson; I'd hate to miss out on the joys of our lesson. â ( only half a joke ) she says this as she makes her way toward the piano, inviting him to join her so that they may beginâ despite her sense of self-importance and, oftentimes, somewhat arrogant, displays of boredom and elegant aloofness, she does hate, after all, to keep anyone waiting too long. She takes her place at the piano and offers to bring him something cold to drink before they begin, arches a perfectly dark eyebrow as she idly fingers through the music sheets atop the piano, smiling elegantly. âyou do look like you might be in desperate need of it...â she suggests, teasing him a littleâ mostly to deflect any attention from the fact that she, too, would probably benefit from a drink or two... ( Understatement of the year, but her week has hardly been what she's hoped for, between long hours upon hours of endless work and unexpectedly running into.. him, again. )














