It took me a few sips as the song was over. That poor girl played for a group of people who simply couldn't care less. There was no response. She looked at the table in the distance and then at me, after that her head turned around the bar. I saw a glimpse of her expression. She was surprised. I would be surprised too, but also disappointed.
“Great!” the bartender said and gave her an applause.
He did it and everybody followed him and even I. I wanted to show that I liked it, but not make it visible. During awkward situations, the brain usually did things that made no sense.
After hearing it, she smiled a bit. I could see the edge of her mouth heading up. The more she tried to hide her face, the less successful she was. The same curse as I carried.
When she realized she was smiling, sh
