“Good evening, Mrs. Wilson.”

Emmett spoke up in an upbeat tone, flashing a warm smile at the bar owner’s wife.

Mrs. Wilson returned the gesture and began preparing Emmett a drink, glancing to a small crowd in the far right side of the bar. She gestured her head toward it and returned her gaze to Emmett.

“Some outsider came in and started playin’ the guitar, created quite an audience.”

The woman spoke in a calm voice, not sounding too distasteful about it. Emmett kept his eyes on the crowd, hearing the tunes from within it. His attention perked up when he caught sight of you, beautiful and talented.

It wasn’t until the song ended and people began to leave when he approached you in a heartbeat.

“That was a real nice song you played.”