Author's Note: Here is Part II. It's a bit short, just like this author's note!

Thanks for sticking with me on this piece. Enjoy!

Sarah walked along the streets of New York City while the sun was beginning to set. She breathed in the fresh, crisp winter air as she headed towards her favorite drinking spot. It was a hole-in-the-wall located close to her apartment. The brunette looked straight ahead while not paying attention to her surrounds. Little did she know that strange, little creatures were slowly popping their heads out from various unseen locations to take a peek at this woman.

However, Sarah didn't notice. She kept on walking until she opened the door at her destination. The woman then stepped into a dimly lit room with millions of chairs scattered about. There was an aged pool table in the middle. A small stage with a piano and a used drum set was in the back of the room. Sarah headed towards the bar area that was directly next to the stage. She took a seat on an empty stool.

"Hey, Mike. Just the usual, please. Had a rough day today."

"Ahh, that is too bad," a bald man popped out from below his side of the bar table. He greeted her with a big smile as he continued. "You know what you need, Sarah. You need a pick-me-up like this limited-time drink that I made for Valentines!"

The giddy bartender pushed a small glass filled with pink-colored liquid in front of the woman without hesitation. Sarah peered at the concoction wildly as she listened halfheartedly to Mike's explanation about it.

"I made a special cocktail called "Valentine's Evening". It has a shot of tequila, rum, cherry juice, and a bit of peach juice. Since you are a regular, I will give it to you for free. You should try it!"

Sarah instantly froze when Mike mentioned 'peach juice'. It brought back a flood of memories, fuzzy memories of unfortunate events of long ago...

"Thanks, Mike. However, I am going to pass. Just mentioning peach juice brings back painful memories that I just don't wanna talk about now. Just give me the usual."

The bald bartender became a little heartbroken upon hearing Sarah's words. He wanted her to try his new product to see if it was a masterpiece or not. He didn't want to give up! So, the average height fellow slowly placed the drink in front of the lovely woman, hoping that she would change her mind and take his creation. However, that wasn't the case. The defeated bartender took the cocktail, placed it on a counter behind him, and went on making Sarah's favorite drink.

Music began to flow all over the small ballroom. The tired brunette turned around to see where was the music coming from. She noticed that the poignant tune was coming from the stage area. The young woman squinted her eyes to get a better look at who was playing the music. She realized it was someone unknown, playing under the bright lights glaring above the stage.

She continued to stare as she spoke to the bartender behind her. "Mike, who is this guy? He isn't one of the regulars who come here?"

"I don't know who he is, Sarah. He just came in today and asked if he could play tonight. The funny thing is that he didn't ask for any money. He just had a desire to embrace the ivory keys once more."

Sarah noticed that the mysterious piano player had somewhat a lean body. The rest was unsure because of the vivid illumination. But, Sarah guessed that this stranger probably had wild blonde hair. The performer began his next piece as Sarah continued to ponder at the man's appearance. It was something that was familiar yet hazy to Sarah.

After a short intro, he began to sing:

There's such a sad love

Deep in your eyes.

A kind of pale jewel

Open and closed

Within your eyes.

I'll place the sky Within your eyes.

The lights dimmed down a bit as he sang the slow-tempo tune. More and more about him came into detail. However, his facial features were still unknown as the figure wore a white, porcelain mask. Because of this, Sarah was wondering about the musician's identity more and more.

The brunette kept listening to the gorgeous yet haunting piece. Something about this song left Sarah in a somber state. However, fear suddenly crept in the back of her mind. She didn't know what was the cause of it. All she knew at that particular moment was that she had to leave the bar immediately.

"I am sorry to do this, Mike. Can I take a rain check on that drink? I suddenly don't feel well. Here is the amount for the drink and a tip for the troubles." The brunette laid the money on the counter before her. She then gathered her belongings and started to head towards the exit.

At the same time, the mysterious pianist finishing up playing the haunting number. He turned around to look at the beautiful woman heading out the door. He suddenly faded away, wearing a small smirk on his face.