Pour un instant...Pour un instant... by 914four
As Jacques entered the old train station, he could hear the tinkling twang of a classical guitar playing softly from the massive vintage stereo speakers he had brought from his apartment in Montreal a few weeks earlier. He hung up his coat and was startled to find Tanita sprawled on the floor of the main hall, hidden by the big sofa they'd recently bought at a local thrift shop. She'd dragged the old gym mat in front of the antique cast iron stove, and adjusted the air vent to obtain the maximum amount of heat. She lay on her side, her upper torso flat on the mat and her hair spread all around her head like a walnut crest as she stared at the rafters above her.
“Harmonium,” he said aloud.
“Hmm?” she replied, suddenly realizing he was there.
“This song. It's a classic.”
She rolled upright. “Anik chose this CD,” she said defensively. “I like it,” she admitted timidly.
“It's their eponymous CD,” he said, smiling.