It’s 9 pm on a lazy Sunday evening when you stroll into the café along the river, I sit there with my guitar beside me slowly sipping on my coffee. I turn my head and

in that brief moment of eye contact my heart doesn’t remember how to beat properly and my breathing hitches. Your friends pull you over to the booth across the room

and I can’t help but run my eyes over your body. Petite, broad shoulders, smooth skin, you have abnormally long fingers, but nonetheless you're still very much attractive. My attention gets pulled away when it’s time for me to perform, the clock says 9:30 but it feels so much earlier than that. 

I make my way to the stage after a brief introduction by the café owner. The crowd tonight seems livelier than usual, but maybe it’s just you and your friends that

brighten up the atmosphere. I grab the stool and tell them that tonight is going to be different from my usual upbeat music, tonight I want to start off with a ballad.

Taking out my guitar I slowly begin….
 

“I don't know you
 

But I want you
 

All the more for that” 
 

I look around the crowd searching for your face that’s become lost in the crowd. You sit there with your eyes closed listening to my voice and I almost blush at the

thought. I shift my head along the sea of familiar and unfamiliar faces, none of them catch my eye quite like you. 
 

“Take this sinking boat and point it home
 

We've still got time
 

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
 

You'll make it now”
 

Scanning the crowd once more, I finally catch you gaze. I hold it for a moment before your friend whispers something in your ear and I can see you cheeks are dusted

with pink. 
 

“Falling slowly, eyes that know me
 

And I can't go back
 

Moods that take me and erase me
 

And I'm painted black
 

You have suffered enough
 

And warred with yourself
 

It's time that you won”
 

It’s like a game that we play as I sing on stage, we seek each other’s eyes out then look away only to find ourselves looking for one another again. The end of the song is near and I almost don’t want it to end because then I know it’ll be the end of our secret eye contact. I say secret, but anyone paying enough attention can see clear as

day the game that we’re playing.  
 

“Take this sinking boat and point it home
 

We've still got time
 

Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice

You've made it now

Falling slowly 

sing your melody

I'll sing along”
 

The song ends and I make my way off the stage for the next person. I settle for the seat by the window and order another cup of coffee. It’s snowing outside, I hear a

clunk on the table but I assume it’s just the waitress dropping off my order not bothering to turn away from the window I lazily reach out my hand for my drink. Your

hand was soft, and I almost jumped out of my skin in surprise. I don’t show it though, I want to appear cool and collected. We make eye contact, except this time there

are no games between us. “Hi” my breath hitches for the second time, your voice is smooth and makes me want to melt. “Hi,” That’s the only sentence that my brain

would allow me to process. Your face is once again tinted in pink and I have the slightest of urges to cup your cheeks in between my hands and kiss you senseless, but that would be against my better judgement. So I settle for staring into your deep brown eyes and take in all of your features. “Kyuhyun” Too busy trying to take in your

features I miss hear you. “I’m sorry, I got distracted by you, could repeat that?” Your face goes from pink to red and again I want to kiss you. “M-my name is

Kyuhyun” You repeat for the second time. “Kyuhyun” I repeat, your name and it rolls off perfectly. “It’s nice to meet you Kyuhyun, my name is Yesung.”