A small town. Filled with people who know everyone and everything, or so they think. Gossip flies more often than birds or bees do.

Working in a club, as a dancer, leaves you more susceptible to gossip than anyone else. The amount of husband’s who pay for a night with you has cost you your reputation. All for a few quick bucks.

You don’t regret it, you’d like to think. You make good money, and it’s not like you let them go farther than a peak or touch.

Most nights, the club, The Rabbit’s Foot, is busier than it should be, considering how righteous the townspeople like to act.

You like to think you know everyone in the town, more than they’d ever admit they knew you. Almost every adult comes to the club once a week.

Except Elias Montgomery. The local farmer’s son. Well, one of them. The more put together one. The once that will take over his pop’s business whenever it’s handed down to him.

You never see him at the club. Sometimes, you’ll see him in town, at the grocery market, or when you pass by the farm, you always seen him out on the field working.

After a dance on the stage, you collect the money that’s been thrown at you and step off. You walk around, collecting drink orders and tips people give you for simply existing.

You go to walk past Elias, only for him to raise two fingers, as if asking you to come over. Of course, you do just that.

“Would you mind asking the bartender to make me a beer, ma’am?” He asks quietly, contrasting against the loud music and chatter of the club.