She entered the crowded club and sat at the small corner table, as she had every Thursday evening for weeks now. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as he took the stage. He was dressed simply, in faded blue jeans and a black button-down shirt, untucked. His hair was long and straight, and hung to his shoulders. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown, and could only be seen at the beginning of a set, and occassionally between songs, for the rest of the time he kept them closed, allowing the music to completely draw him in. He played with such passion, his hands moving across the stringed instrument almost as if he were caressing a lover. Every so often his eyes would scan the crowd, and a few times she wondered if his gaze had met hers, but she could never be sure. She was too shy to approach him, and he always tended to disappear pretty quickly after his set.

Each night found her in bed alone, dreaming of the mysterious man from the club. She wondered if he too spent his nights alone, dreaming of someone who never even knew that he existed. Or perhaps he did have a lover. She didn't allow herself to dwell on that thought for long, and soon her mind began to wander again and she drifted off into a deep sleep. Her dream was the same each night she returned from watching him perform. It began with the both of them in the club as usual, surrounded by patrons, some drinking, some talking, and a few simply taking in the music, as she did. And then in the next moment, he had walked off the stage, and everyone else had disappeared. She was dressed in an iridscent red dress, her hair piled atop her head and a crimson rose behind her ear. He walked up to her, taking her hand and kissing it softly and gently pulling her from her chair. He pulled her close to him and their bodies melded together perfectly as they danced seductively around the floor, his Spanish guitar playing in the background. They danced and danced until morning came, casting the sky in tints of violet and magenta. He kissed her softly on the lips, and on the hand again and then vanished. She always woke up before she could figure out where he had gone.

The following week found her at the club as always. She took a seat a bit closer to the stage this time, and was even more enthralled in the passionate way in which he played. Scanning the crowd as he usually did, their eyes met, and there was no denying the electricity between them. He continued his set, hardly taking his warm brown eyes off of her sparkling hazel ones. The hour passed in moments, and rather than striding off the stage and out the door as he normally did, he secured his guitar backstage and went to talk to her. Even from the first moment they spoke, there was no awkwardness between them. It was as if they had known one another in lifetimes before. She could hardly believe it when he asked her to dance, taking her hand and kissing it, then gently pulling her from her seat. They slowly danced around the floor as one, the people around them seeming to disappear. They closed the bar, then went to a nearby cafe for an early breakfast. They continued to talk easily, both mentally kicking themselves for not approaching the other one sooner. As late night turned into early morning, they finally said their goodbyes, knowing this was only the beginning.