The man laughed, "If you like, I can sing just for you in the future."
Not far away, Tim Morrison listened to the two exchange sweet nothings and felt a wave of goosebumps. He rubbed his arms and complained, "Could you please be considerate of the single people here?"
Amanda Smith gazed downward, looking at the fingers Samuel Johnson held in his grasp, slightly dazed.
In the future...?
Between them... there was no future.
With a touch of mocking malice in her heart, she thought faintly, had he said this line to how many women before?
She was not the first woman to hear him sing, and she would never be the last.
Not hearing her response, Samuel Johnson sighed softly. He had wanted to express his feelings through song, but now it seemed that she was unwilling to believe him.
