PAVEL'S POV
Soft tones of a delicate melody reach my ears as I exit the elevator. I walk up to the door of my apartment and pull the keys out of my pocket.
Lately, I've been pretending that I've forgotten my keys so I can ring the bell and hear Asya's hurried steps as she runs toward the door to let me in. When she opens it, it's as if she has missed me, even though I've only been gone for a short time. It feels good to come home and know that she is waiting for me. So, I keep pretending to forget my keys and ring the bell each time.
But I don't want to distract her from her playing today.
Opening the lock, I walk inside. Asya is sitting in front of the piano. Her phone is on the small stand above the keys. She probably found new sheet music online and downloaded it. I should buy her actual sheet music books. It can't be easy to follow along on that small screen.
