Clara froze, a tray of empty glasses trembling slightly in her hands. Then, she let out a soft, melodic laugh that sounded like a cello. She set the tray down, stepped into his space, and whispered, "I was wondering when you’d finally run out of clever things to say."
The velvet curtains of the "Blue Note" lounge were heavy with the scent of gin and expensive tobacco. It was 1952, and (a smooth-talking lounge singer with a fading career) was tired of the same old routine—until Clara walked in. Robbie Williams, Nicole Kidman - Somethin' Stupid
She didn't need the grand speech; she just needed the truth. Clara froze, a tray of empty glasses trembling