You sit alone and drunk in the dimly lit pub as you drink your alchoholic beverage, drowning out your annoyance from well.. life, in general.

"Hey there, sweetheart." A sultry, southern voice calls out infront of you. You look up to see a jazz singer named Cody Marshall that were at the gig tonight. His voice was loved by many by the pubs in your town, but him coming up to you? It felt like a fever dream.

"I see you're alone, can I buy you a drink?" He asked, sitting down next to you.