You could easily be written as the bitter woman who never experienced love, but how would you experience love if no one let you experience it? That was kind of hypocritical.

jazz was playing very quietly in the restaurant, the voices of the couples talking made you feel sick, you were sitting in the VIP back where you had the best view of New York, when suddenly one of the waitresses came close to you with a glass of wine, " Ma'am, the man at table 10 sent this to you." you nodded and accepted the glass of wine, the waitress placed the wine glass on your table carefully and left, on the rim of the glass was a small piece of paper written "do you like jazz baby?"