Song: “I Think I Love” 由 Jamie Cullum, from his album, “The Pursuit.”


    “Gwen, come on,” Morgana complains, pulling her friend 由 her hand towards Merlin’s 钢琴 bar.
    “What’s the big bloody hurry? Arthur doesn’t care what time we arrive, just as long as we 显示 up,” Gwen answers, jogging now, trying to keep up with her friend’s longer stride.
    “Tonight, he does.”
    “Why? Because it’s my birthday?”
    “Don’t ask questions,” Morgana says, pushing the door open.
    “About time,” Merlin greets them with their drinks when they sit at a small 表 near the piano.
    “Talk to this one,” Morgana points at Gwen, raising her cheek to receive his kiss. “Dragging her bloody feet.”
    “That’s all right,” Merlin says, looking around. “His royal highness is taking his time, as usual.” He scans the club, looking for signs of Arthur. Seeing none, he shrugs and walks away, mumbling to himself, undoubtedly complaining about his best friend.
    “God, it’s just my stupid birthday,” Gwen remarks, playing with the candle in the middle of the table.
    “It is not just your stupid birthday,” Morgana says crossly, pushing Gwen’s drink at her.
    “Fine…” she sighs, lifting her drink to her lips.
    Arthur saunters out then, bottle of water in one hand and the last bite of a 乳酪汉堡, 吉士汉堡 in the other. Gwen’s face turns in his direction as if she has radar alerting her to the exact moment he appears.
    He sees her, winks, and pops the rest of his burger into his mouth before casually wiping his hands on his trousers and sitting at the grand 钢琴 in the center of the room.
    Gwen couldn’t help but notice that Morgana chose a 表 that faces Arthur when he is at the piano. Gwen can see his face and he can see hers. He gazes at her a 分钟 as the chatter subsides, and her 心 races a little. As it usually does.
    He launches into a slow introduction, one Gwen has never heard before. She angles her head, interest piqued.
    Arthur sings, his eyes not on the keyboard, but locked on Guinevere.

I think I love
Ev'ry single little crack on your face.
I think I love
Even our most casual embrace.
你 don't have to try,
'Cause I've made up my mind:
Baby, I think I 爱情 你 today.

Remember that time
你 threw a can of 啤酒 at me like a stone?
You'd drunk too much wine
And threw up in the taxicab on the way home.
It looked like a mess,
But I must confess:
Baby, I think I 爱情 你 today.

    Arthur raises his right hand from the keyboard, still comping with his left, and he beckons her 前锋, 期待 with one finger.
    “Go,” Morgana shoves her, and Gwen shyly stands, sitting beside Arthur on the bench as he scoots over slightly to make room for her.
    He goes to the bridge, 唱歌 only to Gwen.

When I think what we could do,
If I could only say to you,
Yeah, all of these things,
Well, do I dare?
And would 你 care?

'Cause I think I love
Ev'ry time 你 honor me with a kiss.
And I think I love,
Well, there were just a million things I could list.
Should let 你 know,
But maybe tomorrow.
Baby, I think I 爱情 你 today.

    He stops singing, and while still playing the ending, leans over and kisses her, softly capturing her lips with his, and her eyes flutter closed. She holds on to the bench to keep from tumbling off, dizzy with embarrassment mixed with 爱情 and desire.
    “Happy birthday, Guinevere,” he whispers, his forehead against hers, as the normally cool crowd in the darkness of the bar erupts with wild applause.