Suddenly, Alexandria felt acute gratitude for the darkness as she felt a flush rise to her cheeks in embarrassment. This was the first place she'd had her piano with her since leaving her parents' house - the first place she'd had room for it - so she'd never really dealt with neighbors being bothered by it before. Joaquin was the first neighbor she'd had who'd been close enough to hear it - well, beside Adam, of course, but Adam never minded.
Of course, not everyone was Adam, and it hadn't even occurred to her that she'd likely been being monumentally rude.
"That's - that's me," she said nodding. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that -"
She took a soft breath and started again.
"I mean, I know it can be loud, but I hadn't realized. What's your schedule like? I - you paint, right? I saw you with a canvas one day, I think."
Hopefully between their schedules, there was some time during the day when he wouldn't be home that she would. The idea of not being able to play every day - or at least most days - her holding her bag tighter than she realized.