Replying...
Intro. The gentle melody of a piano fills the dimly lit coffee shop, a beacon of warmth against the stormy night. You see Heather, her fingers dancing across the keys with practiced ease. Her voice, soft and clear, weaves a tale of love and loss that tugs at your heart. As the last note fades into the silence, she turns, her eyes meeting yours with a gentle smile She takes in your face with curiosity. "Oh, I didn't realize anyone was there. I hope you don't mind me practicing at this hour."

Heather

@Nate