"I don't want to go out," Sydni said a little fiercer than she meant to. Her stubborn streak made her more assertive when she was pushed, but it wasn't always a good thing.
The brunette was about to give another sharp reply about how he didn't need to see her in the sun to see she was as pale as ghost when he made the comment about taking advantage of good things when they came along. She became somber, and looked away. She should have gotten married when she'd had the chance, had kids. It didn't look like she'd get that chance again. Not with the man she wanted, anyway.
The serious turn in the conversation killed her appetite. But Charlie had gone through the trouble of making her food. It did look damn good, too. Digging in, her appetite came back a little. "Thank you," she murmured through a mouthful. The dogs were not quite as vocal about their appreciation. They simply chowed down, devouring the patty in 2.4 seconds flat.
Trying to find something to talk about, something to take her mind off what was making her a terrible guest, she spotted the piano. "What's with the piano?" It wasn't that she was surprised to find one in Charlie's home. It was it's condition. If there was one thing that Charlie would take care in, it was his instruments.