Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Eddie leaned over the cherrywood bar, his gaze fixed on the old jukebox in the corner. "You see that?" he said, pointing towards it. "I knew that was going to happen."

Beside him, Sarah raised an eyebrow. "What, it broke?"

"No, that song. It's stuck again." He smirked, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling. "Told you, it always stops on the same tune."

Sarah laughed. "You're insane, Eddie."

Shrugging, he turned back to his beer. "Maybe. Or perhaps I just understand the quirks of this place."

The jukebox wheezed, struggling, before finally belching out the opening bars of an old tune – 'Stand By Me'. Eddie tapped his fingers against the bar, humming softly.

The door swung open, admitting a rush of cold wind and a stranger, drenched by the rain outside. He paused, eyeing the jukebox, then the two of them. Slowly, he shuffled towards the bar, eyes gleaming with an odd mix of surprise and nostalgia.

"That song," he murmured, "it played the first time I stepped into this bar, thirty years ago."

Eddie turned to Sarah, winked, and took a sip from his pint. "See, I knew that was going to happen."