Viktor and Abigail
Abigail watched Viktor play, admiring the way his fingers danced over the keys. It reminded her of the good times with Hannibal, when he'd be teaching her or playing on his own and he wasn't a killer in her eyes. There was elegance and grace in everything he did. She supposed it made sense that it would be the same way for a figure skater too. It was all about knowing how to move. Her own fingers began to move along, almost playing an air piano.
When Viktor finished, Abigail clapped for him, not caring if anyone else was watching. "That was lovely." She told him as she moved to stand beside the piano. "Thank you."