Serenade her

Gabrielle excuses herself to use the bathroom, and you quickly jump up to talk to the bartender.

"Can you play this one next?"

"Sorry {if Enhanced male==true}sir{else}mate{endif}, you have to go to the bottom of the queue. It's only thirty minutes tonight," he offers.

"Would this help?" You slide a $20 note across the bar.

The bearded man considers it for a moment, then looks up at you. "You really want to impress her, don't you {if Enhanced male==true}sir{else}mate{endif}?"

You nod.

"Go on then," he sighs. "You're on after this song."

You thank him, and return to your table, nervously waiting as the current singers approach their finale. Gabrielle returns, still looking gorgeous in her figure-hugging dress, but no happier than when she left.

"I want to leave here," says your date bluntly.

"No!" you say suddenly, just as the song finishes and people start applauding. "Just... give me two more minutes. I have a song queued, for you." You take her hand, and look at her eyes searchingly. After several long seconds, she meets your gaze. You're relieved when her expression softens at your sincerity, and she dips her head in approval.

You make your way up to the stage, and find Gabrielle's pale, symmetrical face in the audience, as you begin to sing.

"She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes,
And she can ruin your faith with her casual lies,
And she only reveals what she wants you to see,
She hides like a child but she's always a woman to me."

You never lose sight of Gabrielle, singing the words of Billy Joel from memory. Not to be immodest, but you consider yourself a pretty decent singer, and you put your heart into your voice, trying to express to your date that even though you haven't known each other long, you can see that she is more than she appears to be.

"Oh, she takes care of herself,
She can wait if she wants,
She's ahead of her time,"

It's difficult to make out Gabrielle's expression in the shaded table, but at least she's watching you. At least she hasn't left. And as you pour your emotion into the song, you hope she will feel that emotion too.

"And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree,
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you,
But she's always a woman to me."

As the song finally draws to a close, you earn the strongest round of applause of the night for your heartfelt, powerful performance. You take a bow, and as your eyes find the table, you are relieved to see Gabrielle applauding you too.

"You know how to sing," she remarks, leaning slightly towards you. She seems much more engaged.

"I told you I had a song for you," you reply{if Enhanced male==true}, blushing slightly{endif}, placing your hands on hers. "I'm sorry your food was bad, and honestly, I am awful at picking drinks." She chuckles at that. "But I want to treat you the way you deserve. And, if you'll let me, I'll keep trying until everything's perfect."

A smile tugs at Gabrielle's perfect lips. "Well, you really are a charmer, aren't you."

You grin, cocking your head. "I try. Shall we?"

Your beautiful young date takes your offered hand, and follows you out of the bar.