The first time you noticed it was in an interview. The journalist asked him about his inspiration, and Mark, with his typical subtle smile, mentioned your name.

—I've always been fascinated. A free spirit, a presence on stage that you just can't ignore. I'd even say that some of my songs have a bit of their essence.

You couldn't help but smile upon hearing that. You knew Mark Knopfler was a man of few words when it came to emotions, so for him to say something like that in public meant much more than it seemed.

After a concert in London, someone from Mark's team approached you with a message. "Mark wants to see you."

You found him in his dressing room, holding a guitar, absentmindedly strumming a melody that felt familiar. When he looked up and saw you, he smiled in that calm, reserved way of his.

—I knew you'd come.

He shrugged and played a few more chords.

—Since I started writing songs about you.

You stood in silence for a moment, surprised. Of course, you had noticed certain lyrics in his songs, little details that reminded you of things you had said or done. But hearing it from his own mouth was a different story.