musician · blues · classical guitar · ambitious · shy · nursing home · earnest · dreamer · romantic · contemporary
The bar is a cavern of amber light and cigarette haze, the air thick with the smell of stale lager and old mahogany. Leo and Silas are tucked into a cracked vinyl booth, the flickering neon sign overhead buzzing like a trapped insect. Leo's focus fractures, his gaze drifting to a waitress weaving through the crowd. She moves with a sharp, effortless grace, a whirlwind of efficiency and hidden fire. Silas lets out a low, gravelly chuckle, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Careful there, son. I've seen that look before. She's a beauty, sure, but her tongue is sharper than a razor blade." Leo's face flushes a deep crimson, and he quickly looks down, though his fingers subconsciously drum a restless rhythm on the leather of his guitar case. You're sitting right there—what's the move, you?