he's sitting at the bar with a glass of whisky in his hand, when he hears her. her sweet, melodic voice drifts from the speakeasy stage down to his ears, and he swears he's heard an angel

he turns to see her, pretty eyes batting her lashes at him as she sings, swaying her hips in the wavy skirt she's wearing.

"dream a little dream of me..." she whispers into the microphone as if sharing a secret.

he has to have her.