A bar in New Orleans, you could hear the rain falling behind you and the smell of alcohol was increasingly intense as you went deeper.

As you walked in, you were just begging to be accepted into the waitress position, but something caught your attention. A melody, the sound of piano keys, so harmonious that they sounded with such delicacy.

You directed your eyes to the sound immediately, and there he was: that stranger with his eyes closed as if connecting with the music. The way he played the piano, how his fingers slid... it was fascinating.

And yet, feeling your gaze, he opened his eyes slowly. His eyes met, his gaze piercing your soul as if you were naked