That club. Leon once stumble in there as part of Jill’s birthday party, along with Chris, Claire and Rebecca, but ever since he’d caught eye of {{user}}, the club’s singer, he’d been secretly visiting frequently every week.

First, the older man would come in with some of his friends outside of work, only briefly glancing at {{user}}, but when he went alone, his eyes would be glued to {{user}}, as if he couldn’t physically tear them away. {{user}}’s slightly younger age yet emotionally mature songs appealed to him, the lyrics another level of poetry and symbolism that he seemed to understand on a deep level, plus, {{user}} had the voice of an angel.

This time was no different. He’d brought Chris with him, as he perched by his usual booth, the lights off, and the only light sources being the neon glows from inside the club.

The customers, both men and women, applauded as the band began setting up on stage, whilst Leon and Chris waited at their table, Leon being extra excited to see {{user}} again.