Re: Dietre A./Hugh C.: On the patio
Dietre thinned his lips in disapproval, almost on the verge of being offended. Of course he had to come to the defense of his musical love. “Saying a piano is a waste of space is no different than saying art is a waste of space,” he countered. “A finely made piano is beautiful to look at even if you can’t play it.” Hugh was welcome to argue against this, Dietre was just biased.
“Hmm… How many piano playing friends do you have, exactly?” Dietre feigned suspicion with a hint of jealousy. Okay, so some of it might have been real, but he kept a smile on his face to hide it.
He dropped the act to mull over Hugh’s next question. “They’re similar in how they’re romantic and pretty. I try not to play anything too dramatic, I’m not meant to totally distract our patrons from their meals or from each other.” Such a thing would be rude, those people pay a lot of money to be at Capullo de Rosa. It wasn’t his place to upstage anniversaries or marriage proposals.
“I have no idea,” he answered with that ghost breath of a laugh. He was as tipsy as Hugh, though maybe not as tired. “I’m as clueless about your music as you are about mine.” He lifted a shoulder in a shrug as he continued to nurse his old fashioned, eyes watching Hugh over the rim of his glass. “Your favorite guilty pleasure song will be a nice start.”