Living in the city was dull. Nothing ever happened and Suho's days were becoming the same. It didn't matter what school or office his work sent him too. They were the same broken computers, the same frustrated staff members and the same dull rooms. His own place wasn't much better, he'd always said maybe when he was a doctor things would brighten up because he had achieved his goal, but colour comes from unexpected places. This time it was in the form of a librarian with a taste for history and a feel for a guitar.