His hands gliding through the piano's keys reminded her of something.
Valentina blushed when she made the connections.
To conclude that thought, she left it as him being really good with his fingers.
However her thoughts didn't end there, because something hit her so hard, her breath caught.
The flashes returned, tugging at her brain. This time it brought with it pictures of a man sitting by a piano. His shoulders, broad. His eyes sparkling blue and concentrating deeply.
There was a voice humming her name, as this man's fingers glided effortlessly through the piano.
Shared laughter. Teasing banters. Endearing names passed around.
"Papa, papa—" laughter followed the baby voice.
A thump, sharp enough to cause pain, sliced through her head.
Valentina winced, as she grabbed her temple.
The sound from her got to Luciano's ears, and his fingers paused on the piano.
Sharply, his head turned behind to meet her gaze.
And the moment their eyes met, the flashes disappeared.
