𝐖𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 | 𝟐𝟕.𝟎𝟕

We don’t check calendars anymore. We just wait for the moment Hanoing walks in, and we know — it’s Sunday

There’s something about their energy that lingers in the air like sunlight on summer skin.

Gemma’s voice doesn’t just sing — it sways, it smiles, it invites.

The band plays like they’re sharing a secret joke, and somehow, we’re all in on it.

It’s not loud. It’s not showy.

It’s just right. The kind of jazz that finds you, wraps around you, and makes you forget where the week went.