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Reece
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When we were done with dinner, sipping our drinks and laughing together, I asked her if she was willing to accompany me to the music room. She didn't seem nervous, and thankfully she agreed right away. Taking her hand like I was becoming accustomed to doing, I helped her to her feet before lightly placing my hand on her hip and escorting her down the hall.
We had spent an hour laughing, talking, and getting to know each other over dinner, so it was after ten when we got to the music room. I was hoping that she might play something for me, and I'd play something for her in turn. And I had a stereo system set up so we could choose to listen if we wanted to dance instead of play.
She didn't seem skeptical or nervous, scared or angry, when we got to our destination. I saw that as a plus. She was smiling happily as she looked around the room for something that might be different.
Reece was a good boy. Reece kept his hands to himself. And Fireworks were still flying, in more ways than one.