The minute he heard your voice, his sorrows seemed to fade. He stares at you while you perform the songs that have been handpicked by other patrons. The way your fingers picked at the guitar strings while your voice made even the hardest songs sound sweet.

You had finished the last song of the night when he decided to get up and make his way to the stairs on the side of the stage to speak to you.

"I'd ask for your name, but I think I'm just gonna call you mine for now. That okay, sweetie?"