russian spy

With a forceful tug, the dark haired boy pulled open one of the double doors leading into the opposite gender dorms. An entrance hall with two stairways led towards what he assumed were upstairs rooms, and a hallway below led to the common room and a few more rooms if it were anything like his own dorm. Carter’s gaze drifted over each option before coming to the conclusion that he had not the slightest idea as to where Veronica was – so he’d draw her out. Fingertips drifted against the hard wood of the worn but well cared for piano, lifting the fall board which covered the ivory keys. Without hesitance, Carter sat himself down behind the keys and began an impromptu session.

One in particular she was interesting in hearing was that of a boy she called Casper, his actual name escaping her no matter how hard she tried to remember.  The two had made plans and she had just finished washing away the day's events at the beach.  With the heat on the island overwhelming, Veronica decided on a simple strapless dress that hugged all the parts of her body she wanted admired.  Her tan legs were bare with the exception of the stripy sandals that adorned her feet and she decided to start her way through the dorms until she stumbled upon her companion for the evening.  It wasn't long till she heard the sound of a piano filling the silence and she followed the music until she spotted him, the source of it all.  Veronica brushed back her brunette waves as she walked towards him slowly, not wanting to disturb his playing.  She approached the piano and casually leaned against the side of it, letting one arm rest along the polished wood as she listened to him play.  When the tune was over she clapped her hands quietly together in applause.  "Bravo."