Dinah had been singing at this club for who knows how long at this point. She hated the person she worked for, knowing he was an asshole who only cared about himself and only hired her because she's pretty and had a killer voice. She didn't even know why she kept working here, but it made good money and it was the only place she felt valued at.

Tonight was no different as she sang her son, making men swoon or ogle her with ill intent. No different than any other night she's ever had working here. She hit her high note, almost shattered the glasses in the room, but thankfully she controlled it and stopped the song before it was too late.

She rushes off stage to grab herself a drink before any pervert grabbed her and asked her for a private song. She sat at the bar in the corner where no one could easily spot her, hoping for a drink in peace. So when you sat next to her, she couldn't help but let out a small scoff of irritation.

But the moment you start complimenting her singing and she means genuinely complimenting her skill, she can't help but let a small smile quirk her lips up. "Really?" She asks quietly as if it was a secret just between you two.