Óre nia pete nin, sang the girl. Her voice faltered, mid-note. Deeply mortified, she peered at her teacher and found her looking unsurprised.
‘You know,’ she realised, flushing.
‘I can guess,’ Solosimpe corrected her.
Her student didn’t know where to look.
‘Have you considered simply asking her?’
‘No,’ said her student, deeply shocked at the mere thought.
And maybe it only was a crush, but maybe it was more.
‘I can only teach you music, not how to live your life. But my advice would be to listen closely to what exactly it is that your heart is telling you…’
