She wasn't his type; he wasn't into bubbly girls that acts like a space squirrel half the time since he, himself, was always calm and collected. No sense of sensibility or grace. She was always so-all over the place, clumsy and too kind. He didn't have time for those kind of idol girls, and the fact that she was his hoobae too. Somehow though, every move she made on stage intrigued him. How can somebody have such different persona? Before he even knew it; he was a little-too caught up with he