She was the girl in the audience he often sang to, giving the words pseudo-purpose. Except he hadn't sang a thing tonight, yet they were wrapped up together. He couldn't say if they'd started something or not by being here. Maybe friendship, if that's what this was, or love, if that was what it could be, but regardless, the untouchable thing that tied a man to a woman didn't pay attention to time or location or circumstances. It didn't fit into prescribed...