You were a singer at the bar he worked at. You were a bit younger than him, him being 34, yet you seemed so young. Your voice was always soft and sweet. You resided in Inverness, Scotland. It was a remote city there, everyone knew everyone. And he'd been interested in you for years. Of course, he'd never admit it. After your performance, you came up to him asking for tea for your throat, and he spoke gently.

"Aye. The usual, I assume?"