In Which They Shops

"Lisa," a bald said. His attire consisted of a dark suit with a bow that was positioned so that it pointed upward at the collar. However, the top button of his coat was undone, and he had neglected to shine his shoes today. At first look, he gave off the impression of being an exceedingly official figure. 

Due to the fact that he was standing so close to her, she was able to pick up the scent of the meal that he had recently consumed. He was drinking, and Lisa had long since realized that she did not like engaging in conversation with people who were like him. He was drinking.

The words "I'm sorry, but you're late" came out of his mouth again, this time directly into her face.

During this particular instance, though, Lisa did not exhale. Despite the fact that she desired for the man to escape, she became aware that this may not be in the man's best interest. After all, she had not quite surrendered control of herself just yet.

"I got held up," Lisa squeaked uncomfortably as she smiled while hiding her lips with her palm and lying about the situation.

In point of fact, Lisa slept in since she had been up in the middle of the night munching chocolate pudding while watching an orchestra concert for two hours. This led to her sleeping in later than usual.

"Alright, now don't put yourself any more behind schedule. Turn the music on please. At that precise location, on the red dot. The man with the bald head instructed the other individual to "just stand there and play."

Continuing on with his rant, he said, "You should count yourself grateful that we still want you, despite the fact that you look like that." Because you have such excellent taste in music, you have a lot of good fortune going for you.

Lisa gave Georgie a reassuring and reassuring grin before telling her, "Alright, Georgie, don't worry about it."

She then proceeded to take the violin from its packaging before making her way to the red dot that was situated in the exact middle of the restaurant. She felt that her hands were becoming frigid, and she observed that she was growing paler and paler, as if blood were leaking from somewhere in her body. She also noted that she was becoming increasingly dizzy.

Lisa was positioned exactly in the center of the large hall, which featured a high roof over her head. The repetitive clinking of silverware against china could be heard coming from every table in the room, which she could clearly hear.

Before she started playing the instrument, everyone else in the room was conversing and laughing, but she couldn't seem to get anyone's attention until she started playing the instrument.

As the enchantment of her singing took hold of them, a smile began to spread across their faces, and their eyes began to sparkle. As the effect of her music began to take hold on them, they turned their heads.

When Lisa observed an older woman with delicate white hair placing her hand to her chest in such manner, she couldn't help but break out into a grin. After the final note was played, there was a particularly lengthy round of applause that followed it. After she had finished, everyone applauded her performance. She then bowed.

"Marvelous!" A voice said.

"You did a wonderful job, honey."

"You made me feel alive again."

The statement was made by a man with blue eyes and a dark wood brown beard who said, "You stole my heart." He was having a conversation with the lady.

When he sat down at the table that was right next to where Lisa was standing, he was by himself there. He stood up and moved to approach her from behind, making a move toward her from behind.

As her feelings rose to the surface, Lisa managed to stifle a "thank you" through her emotional turmoil.

While he was saying this, he raised his eyebrows and made the following comment: "Only someone like you would thank after taking a heart."

"Do you want me to apologize?" She asked while simultaneously biting the inside of her lip and pulling in her cheeks. "Would you like for me to apologize to you?"

"No. He gave her this piece of advice, "Love, you should never apologize for anything," and she took it to heart.

Due to the fact that the man with the blue eyes and almond-shaped pupils was standing so close to Lisa, she could feel his breath on her neck. 

At the very least, he was at least one head taller than Lisa was. He towered over her.

After moving his finger softly up her arm, he immediately took Lisa's hand, pulled it up to his lips, and kissed her on the face. After this, he lightly ran his finger up her other arm.