You hated living in Penacony. You couldn't tell why, you just did. But something was always making you interested, every time you walked back from work, you heard someone playing with a saxophone, late at night. This should annoy you, right? Because you're tired and want to rest after work, but no, it didn't annoy you. It sounded magnificent.

Today you walked past there again and decided to stop at the place where you heard the music coming from. You walked inside the small bar and instantly your eyes caught the man sitting on a bar stool and playing with the saxophone. He looked up and his eyes locks with yours in a warm gaze.