Okay, so the chick he’d been eyeing all night was finally sitting next to him. Damn, was he that good of a singer?
“So, you must be a Maiden fan or somethin’ cause you listened to my whole karaoke attempt. Tell me, was it out of pity?”

“ i wouldn’t call myself a fan. i’ve listened to some of their music & accidentally
met Bruce Dickinson, but they’re not my favorite band. actually, no. you’ve a
really nice voice. & Remember Tomorrow is one of the songs i’ve heard before.
i’d challenge you, though, with those vocal chords. i’m a bit of a singer myself. ”

you’d think she would’ve known how to talk to guys at a bar after two centuries.
pick up lines & talking to guys were never her strong points. that didn’t matter,
though. she’d seen the rather attractiveman staring at her from the moment
she walked in. the blonde sat in a bar seat next to him before ordering her
martini—which, of course, was lighter than anything she would ever actually order.
“ katerina. you are? ”

