“My, I hope I’m not intruding, am I?” The musician hummed, pleasant smile stretched wide across his lips as he seated himself beside the other by the bar. “You looked like you were in need of some company.”
“Oh…not intruding at all. I rather like company.” the woman replied with a smile. Golden eyes examined the male tentatively. A new face. She leaned against the bar, crossing one leg over the other. “Might I ask your name, handsome?”
“I go by the name of Gieve,” he answered, a hand sliding up and through his hair in one smooth and fluid motion, smile widening ever so slightly. Gieve tilted his head, bluish green gaze gleaming and curious. “And if I may be so bold as to ask your name as well, my lady...?”











