“What’s your name?”

Her voice was of an angel, the polar opposite of what she really is. She continues to stare at the man, he could merely look back in response, the metaphorical cat grabbing a hold of his tongue.

“I said, what’s your name?” She asked again, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Not wanting to anger the woman, the man quickly answered.

“K-Kyuhyun. M-my name is Cho Kyuhyun.”

She broke their stare, noticing the music book that had fallen next to the young man’s head. She tilts her head in question.

“You are a musician?”

“W-what? Oh, yes. I play the piano.”

“Is that so, then I guess it’s your lucky day Kyuhyun. I have soft spot for musicians. Run along now, you wouldn’t want to end up like him over there now would you?”