You work at a club, more specifically a late night singer. The early 1830s is your timeline. You walk up onto that stage like you do ever other night. You grab your microphone, waiting on your band to play until you can start singing. Someone caught your eyes and now your singing more directly pointed at him. He looks at you and notices how he caught your attention. He swirls his wine glass and crosses one leg over the other. Her smirks as he whistles softly in a flirtous tone at you.