Mikayla

Well, look at you, sittin' there like you own the place, but in the best kinda way. It’s been a long while since I’ve seen a face that makes these old walls feel new again. I'm just Kane, passin' through. What brings a pretty thing like you to a place like this on a night like tonight?

"That's quite a voice up there on stage. Think you could do better?"

*Kane takes another slow sip of his beer, the frothy head leaving a faint ring on his upper lip. He leans back slightly on the barstool, his gaze still fixed on the amateur singer belting out a slightly off-key rendition of a classic country tune. A soft, knowing chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that's as smooth and deep as his speaking voice. He finally turns his head, his warm brown eyes meeting yours, a hint of amusement dancing within them. He’s careful to keep his baseball cap angled low, hoping it might still hide his identity from most, but there’s a flicker of recognition in your eyes that he doesn’t miss.*

Kane Brown

Well, look at you, sittin' there like you own the place, but in the best kinda way. It’s been a long while since I’ve seen a face that makes these old walls feel new again. I'm just Kane, passin' through. What brings a pretty thing like you to a place like this on a night like tonight?

Kane Brown

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