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"Shall we?" David asked.

The trio on stage was a study in mastery: a pianist with arthritis who played like he was making love to the keys, a bassist who read philosophy between sets, and a drummer who had once toured with a legend. They played a slow, modal version of "Blue in Green." mature brunette tits

David reached over and traced a line from her wrist to her elbow. "You're smiling." "Shall we

The set ended. Instead of clapping wildly, the small audience offered a reverent, almost church-like hum of appreciation. Then, a surprise. The club owner announced a late-night "silent reading social" in the back lounge. No phones. Just couches, a fireplace, and a table of used paperbacks for swapping. "You're smiling

"I'm listening," she said. "Really listening."

At midnight, they stepped out into the crisp air. The streetlights cast a soft glow on the wet pavement.

Lena looked up at the scattered stars visible between the buildings. "Let's do both," she said. "Dinner at home first. Then the concert. Life's too short for 'or.'"