Re: capullo de rosa; dietre & hugh
Dietre’s playfulness was the dry sort, one would have to know him to see it for what it was. A certain life came into his eyes, a brightness that eclipsed the usual melancholy that haunted them. “Yes, I do,” he answered primly. “I’m quite certain he’d be happy to. You only need to ask.” Even though they were just being silly, talking about himself in third person was strangely easier than not.
Of course the sommelier came and ruined the moment. Dietre was his serious self while the man answered questions and took their orders. A red wine for Dietre to go with the filet mignon he planned on ordering. He was not an adventurous eater, he knew nothing of Spanish cuisine, and so he opted to play it safe and simple. By the time the sommelier left them, their little game seemed to be over.
“Hm… That bit from Beauty and the Beast, for one.” True to his word, when he had gotten home the next day after their movie night, he sat at his piano and taught himself a version of it from his memory. “Then… anything else you might like.” A little smile, “I’m not above taking requests.”
“I played Chopin during my audition here,” he went on. Dietre could talk about music without difficulty any time. “Fantaisie Impromptu.” A thinking pause. “I do think Chopin is my favorite to play, in general.”
“And… The piano is a player piano. I bought a few vintage rolls online some time ago, if you’re interested…” This was Dietre’s version of a movie night. Piano rolls.