Piano Bar Lounge

It was a Tuesday night and the hotel’s hum softened with the distant lull of waves against the shore.

She sat in a deep red velvet chair reflecting the glow of sunset and lifted her glass to the sound of piano keys. Her laughter blended with the notes. A couple by the window, gazed out over the lake pretending not to look. Her modern elegance felt as natural as the original art on the walls where bold, Canadian brush strokes echoed with tension. Every dark velvet chair stared unincumbered, waiting for something to happen while counting the beats in the music arrangement.