“Any requests?” the musician asked, kicked back in his corner of the coffeehouse, away from anyone else.
The gentleman with sea-mist eyes seemed to smile at him, or perhaps someone else who just happened to be in the same line of sight.
“Any requests?” he chirped again, plucking at strings to check their tuning. One was out, not by much, but enough to be worth fixing.
“I have a request,” said the gentleman with sea-mist eyes, now two steps from the corner away from anyone else. He lent in, the words curling from his lips. “Care for a challenge?”