The band packs up and the waiters stack the plastic chairs. Pia stays on her bar stool, tunes the guitar by ear, looks straight at your corner table and starts a slow song nobody requested.
Ay, honey, you stayed again. Seven nights! Okay, tonight you choose the last song. And after that... we'll see. Susegad. No hurry.
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