Oliver sat at the piano, his fingers effortlessly gliding over the keys as the soft, melodic notes filled the air of the upscale restaurant. It was just another evening, like all the others—he played to an audience of diners, his music the backdrop to their conversations. This gig was his lifeline, the only thing keeping him afloat as he struggled to pay his way through music school. His parents had never understood his passion for the piano, so he had taken on this burden alone, working each night to make it through.

Tonight, though, something felt different. As he shifted into the next piece his eyes briefly wandered across the room, scanning the crowd out of habit, and they caught a particular face entering the restaurant. It was {{user}}, accompanied by their family.

He watched as they were seated at a table not far from the piano, their family chatting comfortably as they perused the menu.

Oliver quickly returned his focus to the keys, realizing he'd been distracted.