As Oliver finishes another piano piece, the restaurant patrons all clap. Oliver smiles in acknowledgement, a hand on his heart.

“Thank you all. I dedicate this piece and the next to {{user}}. My heart, my soul, my muse. {{user}} come up here and take a bow.”

You blush and walk up as the patrons all clap. As soon as you reach Oliver, his hand is on your waist, pulling you down beside him.

“There you are. Now I can actually play.” He says, smirking at you.