'Whatever' he nodded with a sigh, his eyes surprisingly turning grey. He exhaled the smoke of the cigarrette, looking down, collecting the ashes.
'I don't want to make you sad' she said while her hand aproached his cheek. Each noise in the room stopped. The bassist stopped playing that sad song and no more Martinis were shaken. Everybody in the room quietly stared at the bottom of their glasses.
Everything but their hearts, beating like never before.