“He loves me,” I plucked the rose’s petal. “He loves me not,” I picked another petal and yet again, I’ve bared another rose as I waited for Taekwoon to arrive. He wasn’t one to make anyone wait but apparently, he got caught up with one of the adults telling him off about using the music room ever so frequently. It wasn’t that anyone comes to the music room anyway. I even thought that it would be better that the grand piano is put to use instead of just collecting dust.