(to me) your face is love | Daniel Ricciardo

Part 1 - karaoke night

The tables were filling up as the streets got darker. The sign outside that said "open" we're just as round as the wooden tables inside. I could hear laughter and joy circle around the room as my mom grabbed the mic to announce our weekly karaoke night. I've always loved music, especially singing. My mom always told me to chase my dream of becoming a singer, but after my dad died I found it difficult to move away from home.

"Remember to sign up at the list beside the stage if you want to be a singer for a night" my mom cheered as the first guest wrote their name on the list.

On Friday's my mom always arranges karaoke nights at our family restaurant. She keeps reminding me not to worry about the restaurant and focus on my studies. I'm okay with that, tho on Friday's I really want to help out in the restaurant.

"Thank you so much, give it up for Kaylee!" my mom smiled as the whole restaurant applauded for the slim red head who just finished her song.
"Next up is Roy, as usual with his beautiful song Killing me softly". Roy is our elderly neighbour who always attend these karaoke nights and surprisingly with the same song every time. I sometimes wonder if he even knows any other songs. I believe this is the reason I enjoy these karaoke nights. You often see the same faces, yet you always see someone new.

"Sweetie, could you serve table three?" my mom asked over all the chattering and clinking glasses. I nodded and headed over to the table with my hair in a messy bun and menu's in my hand. I looked down on one of the menu's «[Y/N last name] diner & bar». I always loved that name, it represents our family and how much this restaurant means to us. I looked up from the menu and were met with a couple of brown eyes smiling at me. He wore a black t shirt which revealed his stunning tattoos. My heart started pounding and my cheeks turned red. I handed him and his friends the menu's and welcomed them to the restaurant.

"I'll give you time to look at the menu's and I'll be back. It's karaoke night if you guys didn't notice, feel free to sign up". One of the guys with black hair and a Spanish accent laughed "Is it possible to pick any song you want?"

"Of course" I replied with a friendly smile and headed towards another table. I could hear him in the distance telling the other guys "I'll write up smooth operator and non of you can stop me"

As I waited the other tables I couldn't stop thinking about the guy. Not the "smooth operator" one but the guy with shiny brown eyes and dark curly hair. He met me with such a affable smile and his words sounded like something Taylor Swift wrote. I had seen him before, I just couldn't figure out where.