Mason was doing one of his regular Friday night coffee shop gigs at his local coffee shop and he was completely in his element. The crowd was nice, he was getting the energy he needed, it was one of the best nights performing he'd had in a while. His eyes scanned through the crowd of people in front of him, until he made eye contact with a girl, somewhere around his age by the looks of it, heading for the door. Just then, she turned around and went back to sit back at a table, which made a smile form on his face. There's no worse feeling to a musician than someone walking out during one of your songs.
After wrapping up his last song, he put his guitar down and walked over to the girl's table. By the looks of it, she was working on some sort of paper for school, which he kind of felt bad about now, considering that he'd been performing while she was trying to get work done. "Hey, I'm Mason," he said, pulling the extra chair at her table out and taking a seat. "Sorry about your paper, I kinda feel bad now." He added, laughing slightly. "Sorry if this is too forward, but do you mind if I, like, buy you a coffee or something?" He asked, running his hand through his hair awkwardly. "That was such a cliche thing to say."
