As the man on the stool on stage sings softly into a microphone, a young lady watches him from a far. Wanting so badly to talk to this person before her, but all she could do was watch and listen to his voice.

Until one performance, the man didn't come to sing leaving the lady to wait for him. Everyone from the restaurant started to leave one by one, couple by couple, only to leave the lady in there that still waited for the man, that she desires and longs for. At this point, it wasn't even a crush or an obsession, she felt that she began to have feelings for him, but not quite love, yet.

"Miss, we're closing," one of the waiters had told her. She gave him a nod in response.

She waited 5 minutes more before she got up and left. Maybe she was being too naive she thought. Too naive, that just because if she waited for him, he would realize it and notice her. Getting up from her seat, and paying her bill at the door. She bumps into someone while trying to look for her phone in her bag. 

"Sorry," she mumbles, looking up to see only the person she was waiting for had came.

They stared at each other for a moment before he smiled at her.

"You waited for me," he spoke, giving her a smile. 

Without her knowing that there was sinister reason behind that smile.