Petunia had never imagined she would feel so free the moment she touched a piano key in front of a crowd. She had hid her playing for such a long time that everyone had assumed she had forgotten about it. She had gotten the job her mother had urged her to apply for and now she was playing almost every night. It made her feel more confident. She was playing something from Chopin. Petunia never really cared for what music she played exactly only who had written it. A tall men with grey hair was watching her with twinkling eyes. "My dear, you play terrific. Could I ask you to play the fifteenth of march?"

She had been curious and she had asked him why he'd want her to do that. He had told her about his wife and how they'd been married for fifty-four years and that she'd always loved classical music. Petunia had immediately agreed and now she was playing every classical piece of music her fingers knew. The elderly pair was dancing. A very handsome guy was leaning against the piano. "They look so sweet together," Petunia says softly.

The guy sighs. "You'd think that. They keep bugging me about dating some girl and if it is not getting time to settle down. They even wanted to set me up with you." He sounded annoyed.

"And what's wrong with that?" Petunia asks shrilly.

"Well, erm I mean," the guy mumbles. "You are not really my type."

Petunia sticks her nose up into the air. "You don't know me."

"So you think you are my type?" The boy is watching her amused.

Petunia feels annoyed. The boy was much too arrogant for her liking. "I'm everybody's type."

The boy now laughs loudly. "Okay, maybe you are not too bad." He then walks away leaving her behind confusedly as she keeps playing. Petunia eyes keep getting drawn to the dancing couple and without noticing Petunia starts smiling broadly. She had not noticed the boy had walked towards her again, till he drops down next to her. He has a bottle of whiskey in his hands. "Well, if you are my type of girl then you wouldn't say no to a little game. Or you answer, or you drink." His dark, twinkling eyes are daring her to say no.

"Whatever," she shrugs.

He smirks. "What's the last time you masturbated?" He laughs at her offended look. "Oh come on."

Petunia did not want to answer, so she took a swig. "Well than, what's the most humiliating thing a girl ever said to you?" She was feeling a little angry and heated. Even if there really was no winning, she was feeling competitive.

He laughed. "Wow, not even asking my name, that's harsh, Petunia." She blushed, liking the way he uttered her name: slow and flirty. "I am David, nice to meet you and if you want to know, girls are horrible creatures." His face was all smiles, showing he was not really offended. "I think the wording was something like: Tried to wash the dirt from your skin?" Petunia looks at him. David did have white patches on his dark skin. She thought it made him look handsome. She felt a bit embarrassed knowing that someone had told him that and probably hurt him. "Anyway, my turn..."

They played this little game the whole evening, till the elderly couple joined them. "I see you've met my grandson," Daniel, the elderly man, said. "He can be charming, can't he?" Petunia nodded shyly.

"Oooh, that boy can be a lot of trouble," Elise, his wife added.

David looked a little embarrassed. "Well, maybe I can better leave her alone," he said playfully.

Elise laughed. "Oh no," she said. "Please don't. Such a distinguished girl. It would be a shame if you missed out on your chance to go out with her." Petunia blushed. "You two have fun together. Daniel and I will head upstairs. I trust you will act like a gentleman, David?"

"Yes, grandma," David said ending with a loud sigh.

"You will.." Elise said.

David rolled his eyes at Petunia, who softly giggled. "I will bring her home safely and treat her respectfully."

Elise nods contently. "Good. Don't be fooled by all that flirting. We have taught David to be a real gentleman." She sounded proud of it.

As the couple went upstairs David smiled cheekily at her. "So what is the last time you masturbated?"

"Watch it," Petunia teased. "Or you're going to have to take me home immediately!"

David smiled and leaned into her. Petunia had never really kissed anyone else then Vernon. Vernon had first kissed her when he brought her home in an alley a few blocks from her house. He had cornered her into the wall and his fat body had pressed into hers. The tongue he had stuck into her mouth had felt invasive, but she had told herself that she just had to get used to it. Had she not disliked broccoli the first time she tasted it as well?

She could almost feel soft lips pressing against hers and then before they touched he moved away. She felt his breath against her ear. Then his lips touched. His low voice send goosebumps down her spine. "You are very distinguished indeed." He then moved away and stood up. He offered his hand as he smiled playfully. She took it. "I better take you home, god forbid my grandparents find out that I was not the perfect gentleman."

Petunia giggled. There was something playful and something serious in his voice. Petunia found her legs to be shaking a little. It was cold outside and the walk home felt too short. She felt reluctant to go inside and was smiling shyly into his brown eyes.

"Hey watch it," David said. "You're teasing a gentleman."

David then quickly stepped forward and cupped her face. Petunia closed her eyes, sure he would kiss her on her mouth. She felt her heartbeat quicken as she anticipated their mouths touching. She then felt his lips touch her face. "Sweet dreams, Petunia."

Petunia was blushing furiously as she went inside.