When she got home, she was stunned to discover that she’d lost her keys. Her eyes narrowed. It must’ve been him. He’d been trying to get in touch with her ever since they met at that cafe. He‘d been an elderly man, with a sophisticated look and a distinguished manner. They’d just, out of the blue, started chatting to each other, fraternizing over the wonders of Bonsoy.
From there they’d gone on to talk about many other things, amongst which their love for music and instruments. And then, she may have said too much.
She saw his eyes light up at the mention of everything she had at home. All old, in perfect state, and very well cared for. It was one of her pet peeves, gathering antique instruments. Despite only being in her late twenties, all of those together were worth a fortune.
It appeared that the ‘gentleman’ had the same kind of hobby, except he’d made a business out of it. Tracks it all down, buys, then sells. Of course he’d be interested in seeing her collection, but she did not want to sell anything at all so declined his own invitation to her house. He didn’t seem to want to let go so easily though, and got very persistent, almost to the point of being creepy. That’s when she ended the conversation and quickly scampered away from him.
He must’ve followed her somehow. Followed her and then stolen her keys. Honestly, who else would steal the keys from a piano?
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This was based on these keywords, given by a friend: 27, keys, plot twist. (She has a habit of losing her keys so I assume that’s where she got the keys-idea from).