“Wow, he’s awesome. How old is he?”
“Six years old.” “My, isn’t he a genius? Well, I’d like Mariage. d’Amour, please.” The waiter nodded. “Just a minute, Miss. And your bottle of Rose’s Kiss will arrive soon.” With that, he left.
Olivia kept her eyes on the stage the whole time, but never once did she see the waiter go up the stage. Right then, she noticed the boy starting to prepare for the performance. The waiter probably relays my request to the host through a walkie-talkie, she figured.
The pianist placed his hands on the keys, and a moment later, that familiar tune started singing in the air. He played well. Not even a moment of pause happened. The tune was hauntingly. beautiful, and Olivia’s eyes never moved from the boy. She had even forgotten to eat. For some reason, she was drawn into the sad love story behind the tune, and tears filled her eyes.
Eugene reached out to hold her hand. “Alright, you can listen to it while you eat.” Olivia remarked, “The boy is amazing. He plays. well.” “Our son isn’t bad either.”
“Yeah.” Before they paid the bill, Olivia waved at the waiter, and he approached them. “What would you like, Miss?” She handed him all the money she had in her. purse. ‘I’d like the boy to have this. He played. well. I loved it.”
The waiter smiled. “Thank you. I’m sure he’ll be delighted.” “It’s alright,” she replied. The waiter left. Then, Olivia watched as he gave the money to the boy, who nodded at her.
She gave him a smile and waved goodbye. He must have it hard. No child should be working at this age. She’s still as kind as ever, Eugene thought to himself. Then, he said, “If you’d like, we can come here often.”
Olivia answered, “The owner knows how to do business. I wonder where he got the boy. He’s at great musician. I think a lot of people would come here again just for the boy.” “You like him?”
“Don’t you?” Eugene shot her a look. “Don’t say I didn’t remind you. If North knows you have a liking for someone else’s kid, he’s gonna get jealous.”
Olivia went speechless at his words. I suppose can’t deny that. Chester and Emerald were already waiting when they returned to the studio. “Eugene, Miss Maxwell,” Chester greeted.
“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. West. I hope you had lunch,” Eugene replied. Chester hesitated for a moment before he said, “We had a few bites.” It was a lie. There was no way they had the mood to eat, especially not when their daughter was detained.
Eugene didn’t care, however. He only asked out of courtesy. After he and Olivia entered the studio, he said, “Let’s go to your office, Olivia.”
“Sure,” Olivia agreed. She slowed down when they approached her office-she wanted to let Nicole’s parents enter first. No matter what Nicole did, she still thought her parents deserved some respect. They seemed reasonable, and Olivia could understand how they felt.
Though, Eugene didn’t share that opinion. Even if Nicole’s parents weren’t here to ask for his help, he wouldn’t even bat an eye just because he went into the office first. He took the seat behind the desk like he owned the place.
Both Chester and Emerald stood around awkwardly. Eugene then pulled a chair to his side before beckoning Olivia over. “Come over here and sit.”
