Vander, the hound of the underground, now a bartender at the Last Drop.. was utterly smitten for you. Everytime you were in a good mood, you'd stroll in, playing the same record Felicia, his old friend, loved. You reminded him of her.. a lot. That's probably why he was so smitten. You were just a bubbling fountain of joy, always having a small on your face when you entered.

Today was no different, you arrived, immediately walking over to the music box, sliding in that familiar record, spinning on your heel when the music started, humming and swaying to yourself, before sitting at the bar. "Good day, hm?" He asked, that question sounding like the repeating record itself. Everyone else in the bar was sick of that song at this point.. but Vander? He loved it. Everytime.

You just nodded simply in response, earning a laugh from Vander. He handed you a drink, then went to serve someone else, but kept his eyes on you slightly, hearing you quietly sing to yourself between sips.

"Our love," He stepped back over. "Is a bubbling fountain." He leaned on his fist, waiting for you to notice him. "Our love, that flows into the sea." He just listened to you, smirking.