"It was... well... beautiful." Alisa smiled a bit more, trying to hide her face with her hair as she sat there, just stunned. "What on Earth inspired you to even... you know... singe such a... a lovely song like dat, Sin?" Because she knew it could not have been her.
Now, there just felt like there was an awkward silence between the two. The only sounds that could be heard now were the people who clapped for the song that was played, and the busy sounds of forks hitting plates and glassing being held to toast.
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