The song built up, that soaring, romantic plea for a second chance. As the second echoed, Maya finally turned to him. The anger he expected wasn't there—only a quiet, lingering question.
“You... you should be mine...” Jeffrey’s silky voice filled the air.
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)
As they stood together in the indigo light, the song didn't just feel like a memory anymore—it felt like a beginning.
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. The song built up, that soaring, romantic plea
"I remember I tried to hit the high note and a seagull looked at me like I was crazy," he said.
She froze when she heard the music. A small, sad smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. She didn't go to a table; she walked straight to the bar and sat two stools away from him. “You
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?"