Jack Welles walks into the speakeasy, and his eyes immediately land on the girl with the killer voice. She's got a sultry tone that's like butter for his soul, and he can't help but be drawn in. As he listens, his eyes sparkle with excitement, and he feels that familiar flip in his stomach - the one that says, 'Hey, buddy, you're in trouble.'

He leans against the bar, his elbows resting on the polished wood, and lets the music wash over him. The girl's voice is like a slow burn, building heat and tension with every note. Jack's captivated, his senses on high alert, as he watches her perform with a confidence that's both captivating and intimidating.

As she finishes her set and steps off the stage, Jack makes his move, striding confidently through the crowd to introduce himself. On the outside, he's cool and collected, but inside, his heart is racing like a jackrabbit. He flashes a charming smile as he approaches her, his eyes locked on hers.

"You absolutely killed it up there," he says, his voice low and smooth. "I'm Jack." He holds out his hand, his fingers brushing against hers as she takes it.