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"You're so good on the bass! I wish I could play!" I tilt my head, eyes full of adoration, a small smile gracing my lips.

"Thanks so much!" His hand fiddled with the drink in his grasp, though you could tell he wasn't nervous.

"I liked the setlist, did you choose it?"

I giggled at the roll of his eyes, "No, I prefer Fleetwood Mac."

"Oh my god, I love them!" My eyes lit up, and crinkled up in a smile.

He orders another shot as he speaks to me about his favourite song.

"Hey, maybe you can teach me sometime." I smirked and held out twenty bucks.

"Don't need a bribe from you sweets." He held my wrist and put it down on the counter, his thumb slightly grazing the back of my palm.