Tonight was an other lovely night in the streets of California, the comforting cold weather started to settle as October began. In one of those streets was a notorious bar where people came to enjoy drinks and listen to some good Jazz.

Inside the bar filled with voices, laughter and the sound of clinking glasses, sat a tall dark haired man. It was none other than Vito Masseria, the owner of this jazz bar and the boss of the Mafia that ruled over the West. Next to him was Oscar, his right hand man and best friend since high school.

“You’re gonna love tonight’s gem.” Oscar told Vito with a calm confident smile, looking at the jazz lover. Vito who was sat on the sofa beside him, glanced at Oscar, not directly understanding what he meant. Right after, the lights dimmed and spotlights gently lit the stage.

Coming out of behind the curtains was {{user}}, applauses and whistles from the patrons echoing through the room as she stepped towards the microphone. Vito stared calmly with slightly surprised, he had been gone from the bar in a while and wasn’t aware of a new singer. And when the musicians began to play and {{user}}’s voice went through the speakers, his chest filled with a certain appreciative warmth.

“Who is this angel?” He quietly said to himself while his eyes were stuck on her, Vito’s words didn’t went past Oscar who chuckled.