Slick stops after a while. He isn’t sure of the time but he is satisfied. He rests his hands on his laps and let out a sigh. He hasn’t been so relaxed for a long time.
He stands up to walk away, and he realises Paint is still there. He has no idea she will listen to the whole thing. It lasted what, an hour?
”I’m done,” said Slick.
Paint’s eyes fluttered open at his abrupt announcement, as though she almost hadn’t noticed it was over, savoring the last few notes that seemed to hang in the air.
She got up from her seat, and clapped gently, grinning.
"Thank you so much, Boss…that was wonderful…you’re even better than they said. Please play for me again sometime! That would make me very happy! It’s nice to see you enjoying yourself for once…"