Is your target in position, am I in position? Who: Deirdre Summers and Kiara O'Neill Where: The Treble Clef When: Late morning
David had left for Ann Arbor that morning without so much as a word to Deirdre. Granted, she had not been to breakfast, too concerned with her morning swim, a routine that would not be broken, and she was aware that he was dealing with several high-profile cases on top of his council work, but still. It stung, as much as Deirdre tried not to let it. Who knew when David would come home that evening? She'd call and ask, but she knew her husband, he'd be home when the work was done, whenever that was. Regardless of whether or not she was waiting for him.
The whole debate about weres being unable to control their animal natures, and the vampires accusing them of it - it had Deirdre worried. Not for her sake, but for David's. His were nature was a closely guarded secret and the last thing either of them wanted, or needed, was a scandal to rip that all open. Every step they took from here on out would have to be more guarded than normal.
So, like any other Monday morning, she went down to the Treble Clef. Her 11 o'clock lesson had cancelled, complaining of a summer cold, and had the little girl called instead of her mother, Deirdre would have likely been nicer about it. With more time on her hands than previously expected, and the day's repairs already checked in and waiting to be picked up, Deirdre found herself at her piano. Fingers drifting over the keys, she took a seat, sweeping her dress underneath her legs as she took a seat. Caine was nearby, sitting in the open window sunning himself, not a care in the world. He didn't even so much as look up when his master started to play, the notes ringing out over the store. And in the moment, Deirdre didn't care who heard her either, just needing the connection music brought her.