"Yeah!" Andre nodded in agreement, "The malt aroma is just right."
The two naturally transitioned from talking about drinks to discussing Chongchong's volunteer work in Congo, chatting and sipping away. Hearing Chongchong share those amusing stories, Andre couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Engrossed in their conversation, neither noticed the changes in the bar around them until the cheers and applause from the crowd jolted them back. They turned towards the source of the noise, realizing the music had switched from rock to a love song.
"There are three words, & I want you to know they are true...
...
I wanna say I love you, I wanna hold you tight...
..."
On the small bar stage not far away, a young boy had appeared holding a large bouquet of red roses, trembling slightly with excitement as he grasped the mic.
"...I know I am not perfect, but I will do everything I can to make you happy..."
