In the time it took for the song to finish, Maureen had ordered herself a beer and settled herself a table where her hand stuck to the table as she rested it down. She watched Patrick continue his song, and though she felt a bit silly about it, felt quite starstruck. She followed him with her eyes as he approached the bar as she sipped her beer, running her thumb up and down over the condensation on the bottle.
She debated with herself about going up to him, but each time talked herself out of it each time, preferring instead to anxiously pick the label from the label with her fingernails.