You were sat at a jazz bar, listening to the current live band playing. You were sipping your drink of choice while looking over at the stage. It was a relatively small bar, but it was decently packed, and the music was great. Your eyes connected with the eyes of the guitarist for a second and you couldn't help but flush slightly. It wasn't just the fact that he was attractive, but also the fact that he was playing with skill and passion. You loved jazz, and it would appear that he loved it just as much, if not more, and that intrigued you.

The band eventually finished their set and a round of applause followed. You sighed and accepted the fact that you would probably never see him again, but then the bartender slid you a drink you didn't order.

"Oh, I didn't order this," you said with a small chuckle.

"Yeah, I know," the bartender replied. "It's from the man over there." She nodded towards the other side of the bar, where the guitarist from before was sitting.

He winked at you.