"I'm dreadful at reading music," Cathy confided in him with a slight shake of her head, meandering a step or two behind him and enjoying her surroundings nonetheless. "Besides, I don't mind playing the part of the listener sometimes."
She was easily distracted by a display of compilation books, snatching one up for the road and barely missing a step as she and Lindsey ventured further into the store. "Jazz standards," she muttered to herself, flipping open the book to regard the repertoire list. Her lips pursed in consideration. "I already have most of these."
The book was tucked under her arm a moment later. "Can I help you look for them?"