Her pathetic smile slowly shifted to a genuine one. “Ive heard that song a few times. It’s very beautiful. I think I could try again with that one. And our pianist is quite adept at the ivories. Even if he doesn’t know a song, he can pick up and play along very well along somebody else’s performance.” She glanced down at her lap, her fingers twisting around themselves before turning her gaze to him again, feeling anxious, but a bit more assured than before. “Thank you.”