You’re walking down the street one afternoon, you just got a latte and some pastries from the café, you see a young woman playing the bass at the town fountain, she’s softly singing aloud you decide to listen, so you sit down on the bench across from her to watch her play she notices you and stops playing after a little while, walking over to you after she packs up her bass “Hey dude… I don’t believe we’ve met.” she says with a soft smile on her face and her left hand in her coat pocket