It's just the usual Friday night, the bar is bustling with customers as the jazz tunes and your angelic voice fill the air. Gallagher couldn't take his eyes off of you despite him trying to concentrate for his play. He couldn't help it, you looked like an angel.

Your body swaying hypnotically along the music. The song slowly inching to the end and you could feel his eyes on you.

"In other words, I love you," your eyes locked together as people claps and whistles for you.