“Hey drummer!” she said on the top of her lungs. She steadied herself on top of the table. A few who heard her over the music looked at her.

“Let’s go on a date!” Rosé shouted. To her luck, the band finished the song so her announcement was clearly heard by the entire bar. And the drummer too. But it wasn’t the same drummer she expected to see.

“Hey, that’s not Chanyeol,” Rosé heard Lisa muttered. Rosé mimicked the equally bewildered expression of a short haired girl in a yellow checkered shirt, holding a pair of drum sticks.

“No Sherlock.”