Nalia smiled as she began to stroke the keys in a similar fashion as she had seen him do. “I do play for fun. But I can’t always guarantee anybody else would have fun listening.” She let out a small laugh as she played something simple. Just a small tune she learned from an old Nintendo game she liked.<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>It was so odd. How did she feel so comfortable sitting next to him like this, playing so nonchalantly. Nevertheless, she began to sway a bit, bobbing her head, as the song was a bit upbeat. It repeated itself a lot, which lent to her the ease for her to learn it. After a couple of runs of the tune, she’d let it trail off to an end and looked up at Freddie with the same smile. This definitely felt familiar, and she remembered something again, something she had remembered as well only moments before he entered the bar. “You know, somebody had come through this bar some time ago and offered me piano lessons...it never happened though. I can’t remember who it was, or what happened to them, but you somehow remind me of that person.” Her brows furrowed as she studied his face again. There was definitely something there. She felt an urge to reach out and hug the man like a long lost friend, but her conscious mind couldn’t wrap around the sense her subconscious was trying to make.