Michael thought Anthony and Liliana were getting on well, and that made him quite happy. Liliana was lovely, and his mate deserved an intelligent, sexy bird. Initially he had assumed Liliana was a loner, but now she seemed very sociable. He might have asked her out himself, but she had already turned him down once. Smart girl. He doubted many birds found the wandering musician appealing.
He finished his drink, and said, "Still there. I haven't found a flat yet, but I haven't given up." He jerked his head toward Anthony. "He would grow weary of my practicing. Lisa never complains. Not yet at least. And I'm not worried about my soul at the moment," he said and glanced off. "I think I'll be around for a while."
A waitress clinked two glasses together, and Michael hummed the tone. Tears in a jar, love in the rain. You left with my heart on the afternoon train.