the rain hits the glass of the small inn, a soft jazz music fills the warm air as orangist lamps illuminate around the empty tables, a slow night you sit on the stage of the inn staring into nothing

you look around, the bartender cleanes the glasses, the pianist plays around with the keys of his beloved piano.. and you? you Just sit there staring at the now familiare ambient

you've been working here for only a week, you came from far away and this Is the only place that offered you work. It pays you well and the only thing that you have to do Is serve costumers, but tonight there werent any

your eyes dart back to the pianist, his fingers graze the white small blocked forming slow notes, you've always been a curious Person and you also never spoke to the man that makes the atmosphere all jazzy amd comfy so.. how about you go make a new friend and you learn how to play a piano?