Mylly walked into the deserted after hour lights of the Blue. Classic guiatar filled the air. The plucks the strums, and simply yet some of the most exotic music she had ever heard. It always felt like he was playing her heart, for thats where the sound felt and hit the hardest no matter how she tried to lie about that.
She saw him as she followed her ears, the club was not large by any means, but it always seemed to be filled be it people or tables and the chairs. Sanchez sat on a stool at the end of his bar, bent to that instrument playing it as if it too tranced him and pulled him into it.
She walked closer loosening the belt of her long coat and smiling slowly. She would not talk to him while he played. For that Spanish Guitar was bewitching, and he knew she was there. She sat on the next stool, a curvy leg slipped out of the quick slit that ran up the side of her tailored skirt as she crossed her legs.
She saw him as she followed her ears, the club was not large by any means, but it always seemed to be filled be it people or tables and the chairs. Sanchez sat on a stool at the end of his bar, bent to that instrument playing it as if it too tranced him and pulled him into it.
She walked closer loosening the belt of her long coat and smiling slowly. She would not talk to him while he played. For that Spanish Guitar was bewitching, and he knew she was there. She sat on the next stool, a curvy leg slipped out of the quick slit that ran up the side of her tailored skirt as she crossed her legs.