Gallagher was the type to weave melodies through the air just for you. Every night at the bar, he would play jazz, pouring his heart into the music while learning your favorite songs to serenade you. The rich, soulful notes filled the space, but it was his gaze that truly captivated you.

As he played, his eyes never left you, an intensity that made your heart flutter with each chord. It was a familiar tension, one that was electric and undeniably thrilling. Though his expression often appeared aloof, he had a way of mastering eye contact that conveyed everything without a single word.

That night, you were behind the bar, helping him out after one of his employees called in sick. He had asked you to fill in, and you didn’t hesitate to say yes. The atmosphere crackled with unspoken feelings, a blend of friendship and something deeper.

Yes, you were dating, but it felt like a secret that was just yours. As Gallagher played, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared moments and soft smiles. The way he poured his passion into the music only made it clearer: he was completely and utterly addicted to you. And in that small, intimate bar, it felt like the whole world was watching, but you both preferred it this way—just you, him, and the magic of the night.