"I remember I tried to hit the high note and a seagull looked at me like I was crazy," he said.
Maya looked at his hand, then back at his eyes. The music was fading into that smooth, rhythmic groove of the outro. She reached out and took his hand.
Elias sat at the corner of the bar, nursing a bourbon he didn’t really want. He was waiting for Maya. They hadn’t spoken in three years—not since the night he’d let his pride get in the way of a "forever" kind of thing. Then, the DJ dropped the needle. Jeffrey Osbourne You Should Be Mine (woo woo song)
Just as the first iconic erupted from the speakers, the heavy oak door of the lounge swung open. Maya walked in. She was wearing a coat the color of autumn leaves, looking exactly like the memory Elias had been running from.
"Do you remember the night this played at the pier?" she asked. "I remember I tried to hit the high
She laughed, and for a second, the three years between them vanished. The song was reaching its peak now, Jeffrey Osborne practically begging for another shot at love. It was the perfect soundtrack for a man who had realized too late that everything he needed had walked out the door years ago.
Elias slid his glass aside and held out a hand. "I know this isn't a dance floor, Maya. And I know I don't deserve the time. But this song is four minutes long. Can I have the rest of it?" She reached out and took his hand
“You... you should be mine...” Jeffrey’s silky voice filled the air.