Somehow, he’d known the lyrics to one of her favorite old melancholy pop hits. Was it similar to a song where he’d come from? Or had he heard it in one of the nightclubs they’d visited earlier in the week? Maybe he had even gotten most of the words wrong; she might’ve been too drunk to notice. Either way, she remembered being thrilled that he had the self-confidence to sing along, and that made her want to sing with him. Which she did.