Hange watched you from their table as you sang Somethin' stupid by Frank Sinatra; they thought you were so pretty for a woman who worked at an underground bar; the way your hands gently held the microphone stand like it was extremely fragile. "Hm." They softly said as the both of you locked eyes from across the room, and you immediately got a bit red the moment they smiled.

You tried to focus on your work as you looked away to avoid getting distracted. Of course you were flustered. The way they held themselves and the way they looked at you were distracting you.

The moment you sang I love you, your eyes went onto the person across the table. You smiled the moment Hange chuckled, taking a drink from their fancy champagne glass cup. Was it professional of you to be flirting with a person among the crowd of rich and fancy people? No... But did you care? Also no.

You sang with your eyes closed, the soft spotlight shining on you and an audience of people whispering to their people, and the people smoking in the corner of the room. Despite all of that, once your eyes opened, it immediately landed on Hange, who watched your every move with pure interest and love.

making you smile.