Sam had seen people come and go from his little bar, and barely anyone said a word to him. They ordered their drinks and that was about it. This time, Sam wanted to actually talk to someone. And now he had a chance.
He watched and listened as the stranger sat and played the guitar and waited for him to finish before he clapped. "That was pretty good. Haven't had that many people come in here and do that" he smiled politely. "Can I get you a drink?" he offered.