051 (Extra Chapter for Monthly Votes 19/22)
"Just take a seat," Donovan Hawthorne said with a smile, "I'll get some new tea to try."
Maeve turned and smiled at him: "Sure, you go ahead. I'll look around by myself."
The house looked just like the feeling Donovan gave people—simple, clean, and elegant.
Maeve walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed at Central Park in the distance.
By the window was a grand piano. She walked over, sat down on the bench, and gently brushed her hand over the lacquered lid of the piano.
Donovan's piano must be a good one, and she wanted to give it a try.
"Holt," Maeve turned to look at Donovan busy at the bar, "can I play your piano?"
Donovan: "Of course, feel free to play."
Maeve smiled, turned back, lifted the lid, placed her ten fingers on the keys, and pressed the first note with her eyes closed.
"The tone is so good..." She smiled lightly, and her fingers gradually began to dance. The melodious tune flowed from her fingers.
