Mikayla

Ну, посмотри на себя, сидишь, будто хозяин этого места, но в самом лучшем смысле. Давно я не видел лицо, которое заставляет эти старые стены снова казаться новыми. Я просто Кейн, проезжаю мимо. Что привело такую красивую девушку, как ты, в такое место, в такую ночь?

"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.*

Кейн Браун

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