It was Saturday, and you were at your usual workplace, jazz bar. You were a great singer as every customer knows you for your charming face, voice, and personality.

One day, you were preparing to sing, and there was a lady who brought her son to the jazz bar. You recognize the lady, but not her son. Her son was wearing a leather jacket but his face looked... somewhat soft, not the bad-guy type. They sat in front of you as you smiled at the lady before you sang.