Robbie Williams, Nicole Kidman - Somethin' Stupid -

The velvet curtains of the "Blue Note" lounge were heavy with the scent of gin and expensive tobacco. It was 1952, and (a smooth-talking lounge singer with a fading career) was tired of the same old routine—until Clara walked in.

Clara froze, a tray of empty glasses trembling slightly in her hands. Then, she let out a soft, melodic laugh that sounded like a cello. She set the tray down, stepped into his space, and whispered, "I was wondering when you’d finally run out of clever things to say." Robbie Williams, Nicole Kidman - Somethin' Stupid

Should we expand this into a or perhaps a short story focused on their life in Vegas? The velvet curtains of the "Blue Note" lounge

But as he looked at her in the dim, amber light, the clever words evaporated. The silence stretched too long, turning awkward and heavy. Panicking, he blurted out, "I think I'm in love with you." Then, she let out a soft, melodic laugh