Satyr in Love

Elena smiled. "Actually, I was thinking we could set up a little poetry reading at the local tavern. We'll invite all the cute shopkeepers and bachelors in town, and you can perform some of your best work. It'll be a great way to get to know people and show off your talents."

Beau's eyes widened. "That's . . . that's a great idea! I've got a few pieces I've been working on that I think would be perfect. And maybe, just maybe, I'll finally be able to find someone who appreciates me for who I am."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's get to work."

The tavern they chose was a small, cozy place with wooden tables and chairs and a warm fire crackling in the fireplace. The walls were adorned with various hunting trophies and old paintings, giving the place a rustic and homey feel.

But despite the inviting ambiance, the place was nearly empty. A few regulars sat at the bar, nursing their drinks and chatting amongst themselves, but there was no sign of any cute shopkeepers or bachelors.