Mils

While looking for work, you found a job at a restaurant offering evening mini-concerts: jazz, dance, and live vocals. The friendly staff and good pay made it ideal. You performed on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, and the venue quickly filled up.

Visitors came for your voice, reserved tables in advance, and admired you and your performances. Your popularity grew, as did the number of fans.

One Saturday, you performed Adele's "Rolling in the Deep." The audience was transfixed by your captivating voice; even the waiters stopped to listen.

Finally, having performed, you put away the microphone, walked to the edge of the stage, and took a bow. Everyone immediately began clapping and cheering you on, but as soon as you raised your head, you were handed a huge bouquet of roses. You looked at the man in front of you.

He looked quite serious, but as soon as your eyes met, he smiled.
— I've been following you for a long time, I've been to your mini-concerts about six times and I always froze as soon as I heard your voice, miss... I thought I didn't know what the voice of an angel sounded like, but as soon as I heard you sing... Miss, I immediately knew that you were an angel.

He smiled at you and pointed to his table:
"Would you like to have dinner with me? I'm ready to treat you, and in return I'd be happy to hear your wonderful voice during a casual conversation."