[ It's not the first time she's heard music in the air. Sure, she provides plenty of it herself with her nigh-daily violin practices in the Community Hall, but from others — it's mostly Eddie with his late-late night jam sessions when the skies are filled with light. But... this—? This is... different.
She hears it well enough, it's close by — almost like it's down the street as she makes her way back to the Community Hall. She takes the detour, walking along Thompson's Drive in search of the source.
When she realises just who's playing, singing even — she stops, eyes wide for a moment: utterly charmed. Her hands come together, wringing a little in her fluster as she watches. Is she blushing? No, totally just the cold. Totally not blushing at all.
... Gosh.
But she waits until he's finished before she speaks up, shifting her weight from foot to foot shyly. ]
Hey, Constable Fraser. [ STILL NOT TOTALLY BLUSHING. ] You're really good. I didn't know you played anything?
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She hears it well enough, it's close by — almost like it's down the street as she makes her way back to the Community Hall. She takes the detour, walking along Thompson's Drive in search of the source.
When she realises just who's playing, singing even — she stops, eyes wide for a moment: utterly charmed. Her hands come together, wringing a little in her fluster as she watches. Is she blushing? No, totally just the cold. Totally not blushing at all.
... Gosh.
But she waits until he's finished before she speaks up, shifting her weight from foot to foot shyly. ]
Hey, Constable Fraser. [ STILL NOT TOTALLY BLUSHING. ] You're really good. I didn't know you played anything?