Claude stood up from his chair, stretching lazily as sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of their villa. The clock on the wall ticked past one, signaling lunchtime, but neither of them had moved for hours. Mio was still seated at the piano, her chin resting lightly on her shoulder as she turned toward him, eyes half amused, half accusing.
"You haven't eaten, have you?" she asked.
Claude tilted his head and smirked. "Neither have you, Mrs. Lockheart. And since you were too busy serenading me with songs about my sins, I assumed I wasn't invited to lunch."
Mio squinted at him, lips twitching. "You make it sound like I should apologize for having talent."
"Oh, you should definitely apologize," Claude replied, walking toward her with deliberate slowness. "Because every time you sing, I forget what I'm supposed to do. I had three meetings postponed just because I wanted to watch you torture the piano again."
