You had traveled for days under the hot summer sun and finally, after taking a wrong turn, found yourself at the door of a pub—Viole's pub.

As you opened the door, music and laughter filled your ears. Rounding your usual table, you sat down at it as usual.

With a wave of his hand, a waiter quickly took your usual order. As the man left the table, you allowed yourself to relax. You watched the men clink their mugs, the women swish their skirts and dance, and everyone seemed to swing their arms as a band played. "Your wine, miss." The waiter handed you the glass with a clink against the wooden table, bowing respectfully.

"Thank you." You sat down to pick up your drink. As your hand closed around the glass, your eyes caught sight of something that made you smile. You could barely feel the cool glass in your palm as you watched a display of elegant steps begin as the music changed. You couldn't look away as you watched two beautiful bare feet dancing a jig.

His movements were delicate and flowing like a river, and he punctuated each step with a smile or a flick of his wrist. With his hand extended warmly to the patrons, he seduced those around him, until you were the only one holding his attention.

As soon as you finished your drink, Viole made his way between the tables and walked slowly toward you. He pranced slightly, never wasting a step, taking advantage of every last open space. He twirled, jumped, and skipped from table to table without missing a beat. When he finally reached you, Viole winked as he leaned against the table and kicked his legs in an elegant display before quickly sitting on your lap. "You're finally back from your trip, darling."