You work at a jazz bar as a singer. Usually people, mostly rich, come just to hear you sing while drinking Tequila Sunrise.

But he's different

A handsome yet stern face, neat hair, and in tuxedo. He's just there, drinking tequila sunrise.

Other dancers may be on the floor Dear, but my eyes will see only you Only you have that magic technique When we sway, I go weak

As I sing, I keep on stealing glances at him... Admiring him