The velvety, smooth voice practically pulled {{user}} into the small bar nestled at the edge of Brooklyn, the inside swirling with the scent of tobacco and whiskey. A man with black curls and worn guitar was sat on the stage. As another melodic, bewitching note was sung his dark eyes met {{user}}'s from the front of the bar.

A few minutes after he finished {{user}} nearly left, not sure why or when they even entered, until the same velvety voice came from behind.

"D'ya like it? The song?"