Eyes closed, warm cup in between his hands, and a score played as if by the famous composers themselves; JÃ©an was happy. He felt guilt wash into his pleasure though, feeling as if he'd cheated Syna of a true future. She had been on her way to becoming an extremely talented pianist before she'd undergone the<span style="font-style: italic">change</span>. Battering the thoughts and feelings into submission, JÃ©an let's himself drift once more. Time was usually never of much concern aside from deadlines, but JÃ©an found that when she played for him that there was no time at all. Syna seemed to be in a playing mood, for she paused only a second to turn the page and begin anew.<br/><br/>Having been swept away by the music, he almost didn't notice that the phone in his pocket was ringing. Taking it, he looks at the caller ID, It was marked as Unknown. Deciding to let the voice mail attend to it, JÃ©an mutes the ringing and leans back once more. After she'd played another score, Syna stops. "Maybe we'll go out tonight, if you'd like." JÃ©an offers with a smile. "I have a few places we can go to eat, or maybe we can simply do something simple. I haven't gone swimming in a long while." Checking his phone, he finds that his unknown caller had left a message. He'd deal with it later.