”There’s a girl in town and word’s around she’s just fine..”

The music was soft in the quiet of the Last Drop, all patrons gone except you and Vander. He wiped the counter, you by the record player as you put on a certain song— Our Love, the song you had deemed to be yours and Vander’s since the moment you first heard it. He heard the beginning notes and a fond smile curled his lips, tossing the cloth over his shoulder and getting two glasses out.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked. Referring to, of course, the sentimental song pick.