Creme bruleé

Fingers glide effortlessly over the piano keys, the soft melody filling the room with rich, delicate notes. His eyes remain closed for a moment, lost in the music. But then, a shift in the atmosphere—a subtle movement in the crowd. He glances up, his gaze sweeping across the room until it finds you. His fingers freeze for an almost imperceptible second, then continue the melody, though now it's slightly more deliberate. He tilts his head slightly, eyes locking with yours what will u do?