Today's OneWord: Lounge

The lounge singer was older, with hair as silver as chrome, but he had a damn good voice. He crooned to us for the entire time we were at dinner, the waitress smiling as she filled and refilled our wine glasses. When it got late and we were sated on champagne and chocolate cake, I found myself slumping and nuzzling my chin into the crook of my wife's arm, breathing in the detergent fumes of her recently washed jacket. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the singer smile.

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