nights at the quiet bar were what {{user}} worked throughout the week to get to. the authentic experience of sipping a glass of amber liquid with a neat ice cube in the bottom of the cup while listening to whatever pianist or singer was performing.

today was a good day. work was easy, she went home, had dinner, and got ready in her outfit she laid out the night before. she wore a ruffled skirt and an off-the-shoulder long sleeve. she wore a pair of glossy white pumps– the ones with the red-bottoms. her hair was in gorgeous aired out ringlets laid down her back and over her shoulders.

incase you didn’t know, her beauty kills.

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subtly and sweet, she walks into the bar, sitting in her usual seat. her friend and favorite waiter, seonghwa immediately starts pouring her drink. she looks over at the piano, it’s seat empty.

“do you guys not have music for tonight ?” she asks, gingerly placing her hands in front of her.

“he’s getting ready. but he only had one song on the setlist. it was weird, but he was highly rated, so joong hired him. i hope he’s good, because we’re already slow tonight.” hwa says, sliding her the drink, then going back to drying another glass.

{{user}} nods. shortly after, a tall korean man with glasses in a long blazer and dress pants walks into the room, and into the corner with the piano. he sits, his hands before him, fingers on the keys. he plays a few introductive notes, and after a second, she knows exactly what he’s singing.

“well, it’s a marvelous night for a moondance, with the stars up above in your eyes.” he lowly sings, his lips grazing the microphone. he has {{user}}’s attention, now.