Jack lowered his flute for the second time as the song ended. He began to smile but then noticed the streak of a tear on Chloe's cheek, "It was no problem, uhm.." He began hesitatingly, he usually tried not to pry into the feelings of customers. But there was something oddly strange about this one. If the blond woman enjoyed the music why was she crying? Jack could feel a small frown forming. "Are you al right, Miss?"
By now the day was moving on. Morning was fading into afternoon. And Jack never played during the hottest parts of the day. It was bad for customers, and equally bad for Grayson lazy life style. He stood up and began to pack his instrument up. Taking but a moment to gather his money as well. His eyes never leaving her face. A pause lingered in the air.