'Right. Where did I hear this before?'
Blair tried to listen to the music while blocking out the sounds of traffic and the strong wind outside. Like Hershey, she swore she knew what the song was but was also unable to discern what it was.
Their music investigation was cut short as a waiter made his way toward their table. Average height, spiky brown hair, and citrine yellow eyes. The server was way too handsome to be working a minimum wage job at a cafe.
"Hello, ladies. My name is Colt, and I'll be your server. What can I get started for you?" the young man asked politely with a gentle bow.
Blair knew he'd come for Hershey rather than her. She'd been there for a while now, after all, and she'd already ordered a couple of times. Blair waited for Hershey to voice out her order.
"Before we get to that," Hershey began. "Do you know what song and artist are playing in the background?"
