He's a What?

Coffee

We decided on Starbucks. He ordered a coffee, black. I got a latte. We sat down in a booth by the window. "So how are you?" He asked. My face turned red. I'm blushing. I've never blushed before! Oh well, there's a first time for everything. I suppose. "I'm ok. You?" He gave a little half smile. "Not so good. My landlord is just about ready to kick me out, and I just can't seem to get all the notes down for "Goodnight My Someone." "It's not your fault." I argued. "Nora-" Nora is the little girl playing Amaryllis. "Nora just can't seem to sing at the same time you play." He sighed and took a sip of his coffee. "No, she's good. It's just me." He grumbled, and look at me sadly. He was like a little kitten who had been kicked. It was terrible. I wanted to comfort him so badly. So I did. I put my hand on his. He looked up in surprise. "It's not you. You're an amazing player. That's why your on Broadway!" I smiled a little. I hoped the hand thing would give a little hint to him, but nope. He pulled away and said "Yea, I guess. Thanks." I nodded disappointedly. "But you're really amazing at acting." I looked up. He was serious. I smiled so big I though my lips were going to go numb. I looked down. "Thanks man." I nearly giggled. Giggled. A grown-ass man. Giggling. "I'm serious. When you're onstange it's like I'm transported to a new place." He stated. His chestnut eyes peered into my blue eyes. "But it's nothing compared to your piano playing! You're so fast and crisp, and *ahem*..... Romantic?" I went for it. He wasn't getting my subtle messages. But he still didn't do anything. He just looked out the window. I sighed quietly. Cleary he wasn't recieving my message of love.