As promised, I went to the XX Cafe. Actually it was quite hard walking in heels, but I tried to hold it. I finally arrived, but I didn't see him. "Excuse me, ehm, do you by any chance know a guy named Luhan? Xi Luhan.." I asked a waiter, perhaps he was still in his mid twenty. "Are you Mrs.Xi?" He asked me back. "Ne.." I nodded my head awkwardly. "Oh..follow me." He replied, then walked away. I followed him. He brought me to a room. We stopped infront of the door. "Mr.Xi reserved a private room for tonight." He smiled, as he opened the door for me. There he was. He looked stunning, with his black tuxedo. 

I nervously walked towards him. As soon as I entered the room, the waiter before closed the door. "Hi.." he greeted me. "Hi.." I replied. He stood up, and pulled the seat for me. I was not really used to this kind of him. "Thanks.." actually, for most girls, they would think that it was romantic, with the dim light, candles..but I didn't think so. My heart was thumping like crazy. 

The food was finally served on the table. We enjoyed it. None of us started the conversation. All we could hear was silence. I noticed a piano on the other side of the room. Ehm, the room we were at, and the next room were separated by a big glass, with a door on the center. "There is a piano.." I announced excitedly. "Yeah.." he nodded his head. "Can you play it?" I asked. He looked quite surprised. "Ehm, yeah..but.." "try it.." I cut him off. He raised his eyebrow. "Come on, you never play it, not even once." I protested. "I did. You just have not noticed that." He defensed himself. I sighed. I gave up. No matter how much I wanted him to play that piano, but if he refused it, I couldn't do anything. "Sure..just continue our lunch." I uttered. Luhan felt guilty. He got up. I looked at him. "Come here.." he grabbed my wrist. 

He opened the door, and entered the 'piano' room. He took a seat infront of the piano, while I stood beside him. I was waiting for him to start. He finally brought his hands closer to that music instrument, and he played. I kept watching him. I watched how his hands suited the tuts well, or how serious he was in playing it. He seemed to bring himself into the music. I was amazed. He was so good. He sometimes took a glance at me, before he turned his attention back to what he was doing. I might not know what song that was, but it was romantic. It felt like he was not the only one who wa