A Strange Request at a Piano Bar
"I'm sorry, you want me to what?" John can't believe what he's hearing.
"You heard me," Kate demands, looking like she feels more than a little awkward. She taps her foot to the jazzy music flowing from the piano and watches the musician's fingers fly over the keys from across the bar.
John leans back in his chair and wonders how this adult in front of him could ask him for such a juvenile favor. Who does she think she is anyway? Sitting there with her long blonde hair and bright, waiting smile, smelling of sassafras and a fun time. She came twirling up to him with such poise and innocence, walking in heels made to give anyone else a sprained ankle.
He can't deny she's attractive.
The alcohol in his system is surely in the middle of oxidation in his liver by now. He should be even slightly sober, but something about Kate is intoxicating. She bats her brown, doe-like eyes while sipping on some fruity, apple-flavored drink. The hope in her smile makes him want to do the stupid favor for her, even if it causes controversy and more than a few odd looks.
"Ugh, fine," John concedes and Kate's face lights up as if she were a child at a carnival for the very first time. She beams at him as he stands, wobbling only slightly over to the piano at the center of the bar. She wobbles only slightly as he shifts through the drunk crowd.
He really tries to put on a mask of indifference as the pianist stares at him expectantly, but his face heats and he can't stop biting the inside of his cheek.
His voice breaks as he glares into the eyes of the musician and says, "Do you know any Justin Bieber songs?"
"You heard me," Kate demands, looking like she feels more than a little awkward. She taps her foot to the jazzy music flowing from the piano and watches the musician's fingers fly over the keys from across the bar.
John leans back in his chair and wonders how this adult in front of him could ask him for such a juvenile favor. Who does she think she is anyway? Sitting there with her long blonde hair and bright, waiting smile, smelling of sassafras and a fun time. She came twirling up to him with such poise and innocence, walking in heels made to give anyone else a sprained ankle.
He can't deny she's attractive.
The alcohol in his system is surely in the middle of oxidation in his liver by now. He should be even slightly sober, but something about Kate is intoxicating. She bats her brown, doe-like eyes while sipping on some fruity, apple-flavored drink. The hope in her smile makes him want to do the stupid favor for her, even if it causes controversy and more than a few odd looks.
"Ugh, fine," John concedes and Kate's face lights up as if she were a child at a carnival for the very first time. She beams at him as he stands, wobbling only slightly over to the piano at the center of the bar. She wobbles only slightly as he shifts through the drunk crowd.
He really tries to put on a mask of indifference as the pianist stares at him expectantly, but his face heats and he can't stop biting the inside of his cheek.
His voice breaks as he glares into the eyes of the musician and says, "Do you know any Justin Bieber songs?"
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