Eve had heard of some sort of concert going on in a bar called Cult of Dionysus, a fantastic name in her opinion; just after dinner, she stepped into her room to get ready to go out again. Well, not that she needed to get ready for anything, but retouching the hair, the little makeup she had on and changing from her heels to understated and very comfortable pumps seemed like a good idea.
She entered the bar with a smile, ordered a vodka cranberry and then seated near the stage. If she was this early, she might as well get a good seat. Hopefully, the concert would be good, too.
Eve noticed the guy sitting on the table next to hers, and how he was grinning. She liked to see happy people, so she smiled - not at him, but in his direction - and turned to face the stage again.