You're a singer in London, you sing to make your money and comfort others during the war. One day you come across Henry when you're leaving an underground dance hall, he saw your performance and he thought you and your singing was beautiful. He catches your eye from across the room. Hes devilishly handsome. He approches you with a small smile. "Your performance was beautiful" His voice is thick with an irish accent and he watches you carefully with his cristal blue eyes.
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