She walks towards him, her skin slightly flushed after the performance, in all her glory.  “Hi”, Jongin tries to smile as he barely chokes out, the word dissipating into nothingness in the noise coming from the audience. Her eyes shift to him, so briefly he could’ve imagined it, recognition flitting over them and then she’s gone, leaving nothing but her mint-soap scent around him. He swallows hard, and gathers enough courage to turn and look back at her one last time as she walks back