Lincoln heaved a sigh of relief before taking a step forward, getting closer to where she was at. "I'm here to convince you," he stated while walking his way up to her.
Tiffany shoots him a glare. Once he was only a few steps away from her, she instinctively backed away. Her orbs were glued onto him as she watched his fingers run over the hood of the piano. Right, like her Lincoln knew how to play the instrument, skilfully and elegantly. It was just the two of them competing over the title of being the best student in music class back then.
"Tell me, how come you happened to like someone like Damian?" Lincoln asked out of the blue. While he naturally sat down on the chair and did a few exercises on the piano keys, playing piano forté.