"You're welcome, and you're not horrible," he said, before offering to teach weekly and playing Never Too Late (as stated before)
"I bet you're amazing at the piano. What songs do you know specifically? Cause I'd love to hear them sometime."
"The park sounds fun, and I used to read a little and've been trying to get back in for half a year, so the library sounds good too. Here," he said as he pulled out a peice of paper and pen from his pocket and started writing on it against the wall. "Here's my number." He handed it to her, showing that it read (CEL)LNU-MBER.(Cell phone number censored for protection) "Could you text me on Sunday, letting me know if you're available?"
"I hope I get to see you again real soon," he said, spreading his arms to offered a hug before he had to start packing up his guitars and bass.