“so, you got a name as beautiful as your face?”, John asked, too obsessed to notice the 1st time she said it.
I rolled my eyes dramatically, and thought of saying something to dilute his compliment, but decided not to.
She giggled “Yea, my name’s Grace. You said you wanted to hear me sing?”
I budded in, “Yes, we’d love to hear your wonderful voice. I doubt you have any less talent than we.”
She smiled at me, “Thanks, I perform every Friday night at Holman’s Jazz Club; just 4 blocks from the Chrysler Building. Swing by sometime if you can.”
John gave me a warning glare, and I grinned at him, Grace unaware of our little battle.
“Sounds great”, said John, turning his eyes back to Grace.
I doubt they’re on her face…
“But my buddy and I gotta roll. We have a gig tomorrow at five, and we’re meeting an old friend. We’ll see if we can come by on Friday, though.”
He winked at her. the nerve…
I smiled, and we both got in our black sadan. We didnt talk at all on our way back to the hotel.