That makes me laugh. “Maybe.”
Her father comes over. “I hate to interrupt. But Katie, we’ve got to go to school.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Katie hops off the bench and scurries into the back to get her things. We watch her go, then I turn to the man and he gives me a kindly smile.
“You play beautifully,” he tells me.
“Thank you,” I say with a blush. “It’s been a while since I’ve played.”
“You can’t tell,” he assures me, before gesturing to the piano. “But if you ever need to practice, feel free.”
“Be careful: I might take you up on that offer.”
We both chuckle. Katie scurries right back out with a pink backpack looped over her shoulders. I say goodbye to the two of them and start the walk back to the apartment.