As the barmaid served the ale, a gravelled baritone voice responded a “thanks.” A set of turquoise eyes glanced up at the woman, a small smile playing on his pale lips only for him to break the expression to take a sip from his cup.<br/><br/>“I apologize for being so late,” he rested his back against his chair, placing his drink softly onto the table in front of him. That same hand then shifted a few strands of the darkest brown hair that hung straight to his waist, pushing them away from his face. “I found myself in an unfamiliar part of town for a brief moment and had to ask around to find my way again.” Just next to his seat rest his guitar, the neck leaning against the table’s edge. “I hope you’ll still have me play.” He kept a mostly straight expression, hiding the small amount of embarrassment that lay just beneath the surface. His dark eyebrows only slightly lifted as he looked to her, awaiting her answer.