"Eh, I'm not huge on jazz, so I'm not particularly sure, to be honest." He scratched the top of his head. "I dunno, she sings Ella Fitzgerald and stuff like that?"<br/><br/>He shrugged. "Anyway, it's tonight, local, anyway. We'll go together later..."<br/><br/>((I'll skip ahead.))<br/><br/>Chris spent the day doing very little with and without Ptricia, wandering around the markets and shops. When the time came, he headed to the venue, a small, 100 or so capacity cafe. Rayn was was waiting for them there, and she threw her arms around him, hugging him gleefully. "Thanks for coming!" she said cheerily, releasing him after a moment to turn to Ptricia. "You too. And I want to take tonight as another chance for us to make up ,so maybe we could go for a drink after or something?" She shrugged. "Up to you. I need to run and get changed, anyway."