My #teasertuesday this week is from Prelude to Love.
While everyone was friendly enough, they weren’t a group Marcus would have normally mixed with. He was quite content, though, to watch the proceedings from his spot on the sofa. Joel had finally started to unwind and sounded happy as he caught up with people he’d obviously known for some time. Every so often he’d glance over at Marcus to check that he was all right, and Marcus would reply with a smile and subtle thumbs up.
The atmosphere felt comfortable and relaxed. Men and women sat or stood in small groups around the living room, with some spilling out into the adjoining kitchen and hallway. The house was old, yet well maintained, the walls decorated with photographs and paintings of local scenery and musicians. A piano stood in one corner, the top piled high with sheet music, the bookcase next to it overflowing. Soft background music—jazz rather than classical, Joel had told Marcus with a grin—added to the ambiance.
Joel fit here, and it showed. Marcus felt more like an outsider. He hoped that would change the longer he and Joel were together, although he doubted he’d ever feel quite as at home in the music scene as Joel did. Despite it being Joel’s passion, Marcus didn’t feel the urge to embrace it in the same way. He was content to watch and listen.
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