𝟮 𝗛𝗢𝗧 | 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗰𝗸 || 𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗪

𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

Haechan pushed open the swinging doors of the bar, instantly transported to another era by the Wild West theme that enveloped the space. The wooden interior was adorned with old-fashioned lanterns, cowboy hats hung on hooks, and a rustic bar lined with patrons dressed in period attire. The atmosphere was lively, with country music playing and people laughing and chatting animatedly.

He glanced around, taking in the scene. It was a welcome change of pace, a chance to unwind and enjoy something different. Haechan made his way to the bar, squeezing through the crowd to find an empty stool. As he sat down, the bartender, dressed as a saloon keeper, greeted him with a nod.

"What'll it be, partner?" the bartender asked with a wink.

Haechan chuckled, playing along. "How about a whiskey? Neat."

As he waited for his drink, he glanced around the room, his attention drawn to the small stage at the far end. A woman with an acoustic guitar was performing, her voice rich and soulful. She wore a simple dress that fit the Wild West theme perfectly, and her long hair cascaded down her back in loose waves.

Haechan watched, captivated by her talent. Her voice had a haunting quality that seemed to resonate with everyone in the room. When she finished her song, the crowd erupted in applause, and she gave a shy smile before stepping down from the stage.

As she made her way to the bar, Haechan couldn't help but keep his eyes on her. She noticed his gaze and offered a friendly nod before taking a seat a few stools down. The bartender handed Haechan his drink, and he took a sip, savoring the warmth of the whiskey.

Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, Haechan decided to strike up a conversation. He moved to the stool next to hers, offering a charming smile.

"Great performance," he said, his tone genuine. "You've got an amazing voice."

She looked up, her eyes brightening with a smile. "Thank you! I'm Misty. I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"Haechan," he introduced himself, extending a hand. "I'm just passing through, decided to check out the theme night. I'm glad I did, or I would've missed your set."

Misty shook his hand, her grip firm. "Nice to meet you, Haechan. What brings you to this part of town?"

"Just needed a break," Haechan replied, taking another sip of his drink. "Life's been a bit hectic lately. This place seemed like a good spot to relax."

Misty nodded, understanding in her eyes. "I get that. Sometimes you need a change of scenery to clear your head. Do you come to these theme nights often?"

Haechan shook his head. "First time, actually. Do you perform here regularly?"

"Whenever I can," Misty said with a smile. "It's a great place to meet people and share my music. What about you? What do you do?"

"I'm a musician too, actually," Haechan said. "But in a different genre. It's always nice to hear something new and inspiring."

Misty's eyes lit up with interest. "That's awesome! Maybe we could collaborate sometime. I'd love to hear your style."

Haechan grinned, feeling a connection forming. "I'd like that. It's always good to mix things up and explore new sounds."

The two continued to chat, finding common ground in their love for music. As the night went on, they exchanged stories and laughed together, the lively atmosphere of the bar providing the perfect backdrop for their budding friendship.

By the time Haechan left the bar, he felt lighter, his earlier worries forgotten. Meeting Misty had been a pleasant surprise, and he looked forward to seeing where their musical connection might lead.