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“Heartstrings is the harmony of connecting heart.”

"What a beautiful city!"

Floyd remarked happily while walking down the street of the city in gleefully, carrying her brow suitcase with her gold musical note keychain. As she's carrying her violin bag, she was a violinist and soon-to-be music composer, while she's on break in Illea due to the incident four-years ago. All she wanted in this city, was to leave her stress from her after that incident happens.

Floyd Christina or Floyd; the twenty-years old young Italian violinist-musician with British descent has a light blonde short hair, with dark blonde hue in the below part and has a white strands hue on the upper, a unique gene from her father. Her hairstyle was reaching her below neckline, with several bangs framing her forehead and bangs between her face reached her below chin. She was tomboyish-youthful woman with a sweet smile. Her eyes are crystal blue like an ocean and the sky, it filled with happiness, her skin was snowy fair. Wearing a white collared T-shirt with buttons, underneath was a black turtleneck with sleeves, and she also wore belt and dark blue short-pants. Her black stockings also being worn in thigh-length extended to her legs, her boots are highlighted with dark navy blue and light blue in addition of back-heels, added with her dark Prussian blue coat reaching her knees and her white scarf. It was with her black gloves, her silver cross-like necklace was hanging around her neck. Her body was lean and slender while she stands at 5'9 and weighs 48 kg, despite eating so much foods.

Floyd is joyful and confident with herself, but tends to get easily overactive and somewhat emotional. She is the definition of being mischievous, sweet and clumsy at once, but was a simpleton that likes to do her work like a regular person would, to relax and focused without trying to worry. She's very dedicated in her career as a musician, a violinist as her main and a music composer as her side is extremely well known when she started her works out of a sudden at a young age. Even with her clumsy antics, she's one of the music-professional people in The Romance city that could easily end her fellow rivals careers who were not satisfied or jealous with her incredible skills that made her one of the hardest competitors in music.

She walk past many people and crossing the streets, some people are waving hello to her while others gave a 'howdy', which made her feel happy when those kind of things happen. Walking down the main road, she saw a big concert hall near the city plaza with lights illuminating inside--but she will participate soon after she got herself prepared for the event.

"Time to take pictures!"

Unfortunately, every pictures she has taken always blurred, she wasn't fond with photography at all. Floyd has a problem with her hyperactive personality, it took all her willpower to not overreact around people. She sighed in displeasure for her bad luck, then she started walking down another path and took some other photographs with different people. "Great, I think I need someone to help me..." she murmured with a soft sigh, she headed to the snowy park with carrying her suitcase, bag and her violin case, even her smartphone.

While she was at the park, there was a young man who's standing in the park, with his hands inside his pockets. He has a light-brown hair, styled longer to his neck and his bangs almost covered his right eye, and some several bangs framing over his forehead, he has a fair complexion and amber-colored eyes. The young man was quite tall, standing at 5'10, he wore a black turtleneck with sleeves, light grey jacket, black pants with dark brown boots, and a necklace with 'Z' shaped metallic pendant hanging on his necklace. He wore silver piercings with helix on upper left ear, and was seen carrying a black strapped camera bag. The young man was so attractive and handsome and also cute, with the way he looks and with his style of dress, he's wearing a dark-blue scarf over his neck.

Floyd has never approached a stranger before, but this doesn't stop her from approaching him. She slowly walking towards the man and stood in front of him, he was taller than her, it makes her anxious rather than performing onstage for the first time. "Um… excuse me?"

"Hm?" the young man opens his eyes as he look down at the girl who was quite short than him, he lowered his scarf to get a clear view at the young woman. "Yes, miss?"

Floyd flinched by his response, since she never approach stranger before except foreigner, she could tell he was British by his accent. "Sorry for disturbing you sir… could you take a picture in the park for me?" she smiled shyly, before she continued. "I can't take a picture well, I'm terrible at taking them."

The man blinks at her request, then he nodded at her—his cold expression never leaves his face. "Oh, sure, I could do that for you miss," he lend his hand towards her, "Your phone please."

Floyd handed him her smartphone, which she was nervous to ask a man to help her, even he was a foreigner. The young man held up her smartphone to get a good background view, he has a sharp point on taking pictures, steady and focused. Floyd was amazed by his photography talent, he has taken the picture of a good view in this park, then he handed the smartphone for her, "Here you go miss."

"Thank you," Floyd held the smartphone from his held, but thinking of his gratitude she had given him. "Oh, I just want to ask you something, because you helped me… what's your name?"

The stranger was not surprised when he was asked for his name, before he folded his arms. "It's strange to hear a stranger asking for my name, but I will answer that," he said as he averted his eyes for a moment, before placing his hands inside his pockets. "It's Zen, the name is Zen Young," he introduced himself, but his accent was still present.

Zen is serious, rude and somewhat closed-off man, like it fits as his personality. He always scold people who annoys him such as bumping against him, or said rude comment towards him, which make him cranky at his surroundings. But despite his cold nature, he has a good heart and very helpful--and if someone asked for a favor, he'll gave them a favor. He was a photographer and somewhat physically mature--despite being around Floyd's age, he was living on his own since he got his own first job. One thing that Floyd noticed, was his stare, being looked by him was extremely intimidating.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Young!"

Floyd greeted him while smiling happily, clasping her hands. "My name's Floyd Christina, pleasure to see you."

"Pleasure to meet you too, Miss Floyd."

The stranger named Zen answered while bowing back, that was a relief that she had a courage to talk with stranger--she's very shy and timid. Then he slightly smirked, seeing her eagerness attitude that interests him as well. "Not to be rude, but I could notice that you're just arrived here," he said, averting his stare back at her. "Sorry, I want to owe you a gratitude by asking your name, so I can remember who helped me," she laughed nervously, blushing in embarrassment. "I understand it was quite awkward for both of us."

"It's alright, I was just helping you."

He then looked at her suitcase and her violin bag, it was until she asked him. "Um, you see… I really need to find a place to stay, I couldn't find one since I'm quite confused where to find them. Do you know where's a place to stay?" she asked, Zen look around in the park then he faced her. "Well… there's many apartments you can find in this city, what's the problem with that?"

Floyd grunts softly, knowing that her pet peeves will kick up as she elaborated. "I can't practice not because of that, but because I'm a violinist and it might make a noise—someone from the next-door will complain to me about the noises I made. Since it's... my personal experience, and I don't want to disturb you during my practice," she muttered, fiddling with her fingers. "A violinist? Sounds interesting," Zen said, he was interested to find out that Floyd was a violinist. He has a soft spot for musicians in any field, even what the virtuoso has with their instruments--especially violins. "Is that why you are here then, in Illea?" he asked.

"Yup!"

Floyd said happily as she nodded, then she explained everything to him. "You see, I will be performing next two months in the music festival, so I have to come here and practice before the performance begins. If I don't do so, I would feel very guilty and shameful if something happened to me or anyone else. That's why I need a place to stay and to practice my musical pieces for them, I know it's too much but you know... it's my job."

Zen nodded once again after hearing her words, knowing that her musical career is important for her. "Sure, I can help you Miss Floyd—but I don't want to take advantage of your kindness. You can practice in my building, there's a basement inside where you can practice. Let me carry them," Zen said as he held her suitcase and luggage that she carried, even her violin bag as her luggage is heavy. "So heavy…"

Floyd laughed nervously, before she heads off to his building with him. "Sorry, musician like me usually carry heavy things around…" she apologized quietly.

After a while, they arrived at Zen's building—a black-colored and he owned an agency after he became a photographer. He has an assistant who is his best friend from South Korea, known as Kim Sang-hyeon or known as V; a freelance photographer working under his management, they entered inside through the electronic sliding glass door that was translucent. "This is the basement," he said while entering the downstairs to the basement, where he kept some of his cameras. Placing her luggages even her violin bag on the floor, she turn around to face him with a smile. "Thank you Zen," Floyd thanked him.

Zen nodded at her, tucking his hands inside his pockets. "Oh, one more thing…" he added, his facial expression suddenly went serious with his voice went deep. "Don't touch anything here without my permission," it sends a shiver down to her spine, she could feel an air of intensity around him even his stern voice that rang through her ears. She nodded obediently, panic rushing in her veins in comedic way as she shake her hands at him. "I-I'll keep that in mind! I won't touch anything unless you gave me a permission!"

Floyd promised as she slightly bowed at him, not wanting to anger him. Zen sighed softly, his voice returned to his normal mid-tone voice; he was quiet and calm when he's normal. But he don't meant to be friendly with strangers, he stated before walking up to the stairs to the eight floor, with the elevator.

"Alright then… good luck on your practice."

Floyd hesitantly thought while feeling uneasy to herself, while she began to took off her dark Prussian blue coat and placed it on the hanger nearby, even her white scarf. As she kneeled down to open her case, she took her violin and the bow. It was the instruments she always cherishes her violin because of her aunt who taught her how to play violin. "I wonder… which piece should I play?" she mumbled, before taking out the music sheets and placing them on the stand book.

Floyd began to think of which pieces will she play, then she got the idea to play the classic one. The first piece she chose was the 'Flight of The Bumblebee', which has become the famous piece for the musicians around the world. She played the opening theme of the piece while she played its melody, playing with both hands together. As she took a deep breath, she began to play with all her soul while she remembered how much effort her mother has put into her training when she was young.

After she finished playing Flight of the Bumble Bee, she stopped at the middle of the song to rest for a moment, her fingers were hurting after playing with both hands together. "Ow ow ow... ouch... this piece is so hard!" she groaned softly while stretching her arms out and her back, "I'm tired already... so hard..." she murmured while sighing with exhaustion. "I have to practice harder next time... you know what, let's try different one," she hummed, before she nodded. "Fur Elise… I'll take that one."

Floyd took a deep breath before she played Fur Elise; which is originally played by Mozart. It was a classical piece for piano composed between 1781 and 1782. In fact, Mozart wrote it as a study of the difficulties of composing such a piece on his fortepiano; as a test to demonstrate his skill on the instrument. He wanted it to be simple yet difficult enough to sound like a virtuoso on a keyboard, but also easy for listeners to remember.

She began to play the song as fast as she can—which she was quite proud of because she likes this pieces.

Zen was working in his office, where there was three computers to edit his pictures, as he heard the musical piece played by a violin from downstairs. "Hm… could this be from Floyd?"

He knew it was Floyd because she's obviously a violinist, the way she played the violin was flexible and harmonious with emotions, because she inherited the song pretty well. The piece ended when she played the last chord, she sighed in relief that Floyd was able to execute this well.

This also made Zen snapped out of his thoughts, as he continued to focused back to his work, so he could take a rest after finishing one. Then he could go out to take a break.

Floyd decided to take a break, she put on her jacket coat and wearing it, also wrapping the scarf around her neck, carrying her smartphone and heading outside the city, "It's so cold!" she was heading off to the park, where she supposedly met Zen. After a long walk, Floyd saw him was carrying his SLR while , taking pictures for his work, then she reminded of wanting to know how to take a good pictures. She proceed to approach him to the park, calling out for him. "Hey Zen!" she greeted him with a bright smile, he glanced behind him to see her walking towards him. "Oh, hey Floyd.. aren't you supposed to practice earlier?"

"I'm taking a break," Floyd responded with a smile, tilting her head to the side. "Actually… I have a favor, I want you to teach me how to take pictures properly."

His eyebrows furrowed a little, looking at her. "Oh? You want me to teach you how to take pictures properly?" he asked before he consider a bit, then he glanced at her for a moment. "Well, I would do it for a girl who can't take a picture properly, your pictures are quite blurry and unclear. It's obvious that you moved around too much."

Floyd knew that, but she disliked it when someone would said that to her. "I know… but I really need help this bad..." she mumbled, knowing that this is also for her branding in her social media account. "Please?"

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"Alright then."

Zen walked and stopped to stand behind her back, making her puzzled why did he goes behind her like that. "Hands up your phone," he told her. Floyd suddenly got flustered, with her back facing him. Her cheeks flushed in red as she obediently hands up her smartphone, each sides of her hands were holding the width of the smartphone. "Then… what's next?" she asked as she was tensed because he was too close to her, almost losing her focus and her head was like swimming. He leans down a bit as he hold both of her hands, to make her balance straight. "Keep yourself focused and balanced."

Floyd went stiff, she could feel his warm hands holding hers as she nodded at him, he almost leaned his chest against her back like a back hug. This made her felt almost weak to her knees. She had never experienced this before, but she could feel his warmth radiating through her skin and his scent of cologne tickled her nose--she was getting dizzy with this sudden sensation and this made her mind became unfocused as she tried to regain herself while trying not to stumble over her feet. "Stay still first, so you can take the picture."

After a while, he finally said the last step. "Alright, you can take a picture now."

Floyd pressed the screen as she Floyd sighed in relief that he stepped back from her back, her breath hitched as she tried to calm down. 'That was close…' she thought while trying to calm down, before she grumbled. "I'm sorry.."

"Nah.. that wasn't bad for your first time," he told her, looking down at her. "You just have to get used to this kind of things and practicing it more often," he added while looking up into the sky. Floyd grumbled quietly, she couldn't believe how awkward the whole thing happened because of Zen teaching her photography; but she could learn a lot from him. 'Seriously, he's so damn close to me…'

Both of them spend the whole afternoon together, Zen taught her some techniques about Photography and proper angles that will gave the best result. They had worked on editing her photographs by deleting several blurs, he taught her how to crop it and apply the right filter that can suit the subject, using its focal point and contrast to bring out the overall feeling in the photos. Floyd wanted to focus on her branding social media for a change, therefore he trained her on photo-taking, with some trick or technique to satisfy herself. "How is it, Miss Floyd?"

Floyd took a look at the edited pictures, being impressed by his incredible editing skills and photography technique. "Wow... did you learn this all by yourself?" she asked, curiously. "Well, one of my clients is an aspiring photo blogger, so I learned this through her by asking whether I can use her website to add my pictures or not," he answered her question.

"That's great! I'm proud of myself," she said, putting her hands on her waist before averting her stare back at him. "Thanks again for doing this, Zen. I have no experience when it comes to things like this."

Zen nodded to her, glancing up at the sky before he averted his stare at her. 'For some reason... why is she so familiar..?' he wondered, staring at her for a bit before slightly shrugged his shoulders. 'I wonder if she's familiar to someone else, no... why am I thinking like that..?' he thought, knitting his eyebrows together. Floyd giggled as she closed her smartphone, feeling proud of her work. "Actually... since we're heading in the same way, could we go together?" Floyd offered, folding her arms in a happy smile. "Hmm... maybe not now, because I still got a lot of things to do, Miss Floyd. I will have to practice more about editing, and I need to teach someone my model," he mumbled, shrugging his shoulder at her.

Floyd gave a worried look, before she stammered. "O-Oh, of course. Then, sorry for disturbing you, Zen."

"It's no problem."

Even though she was worried about him, she assumed that he can handle things by himself. "Also, please... Floyd is fine. I just turned twenty-years old, so I'm kind of weird when people referred me as 'miss'," she pouted, puffing her cheeks at him. It made Zen almost laugh, but he stopped himself to chuckled at her cuteness. "Okay then, Floyd. You can call me with Zen instead, call me with Mr. Young and you gonna piss me off. It makes me looked older."

Floyd blinked twice, before she got into comedic fear with comical shaken while she sweat-dropped. 'Mio dio, scary...' she thought, which she muttered. "Uhh... okay..."

Before Floyd began to walk away, Zen shouted. "I'll give you a call if we can practice!"

Zen smirked a little and walked, as his heart felt suddenly nervous. He was getting attached to her, even though he was being cold when they first met. Meanwhile Floyd giggled a bit, the warm aura from him has become contagious that slowly filling his empty gap; it's quite rare for someone who can open up something... that buried deep in his past. After that, they headed back to his building and Floyd wanted to continue her practice. Her dream is to become a virtuoso, which is why she worked hard on how she can make her own style in playing her violin as her career and even in orchestra along teaching.

The snow fell down on the ground, the city was illuminated with lights—even from the rooftops. Despite the freezing climate, it was beautiful due to the Christmas decorations and the spirit of holiday. Snow was gently falling from the sky, creating a strange and surreal ambience around. Every person was enjoying themselves, especially the youth that enjoyed running through the snow, having a snowball fight towards each other.

Zen submitted his work for his client, he was going to ask his assistant to see the final result if the photos are accurate and satisfying the client. Not only he worked as a photographer, he also had to deal with editing, a demanding job that he has.

He was just getting done with his work, he wanted to get out and take a breather to relax his tense self. Suddenly, he heard a familiar sound of instrument when he walks across the corridor, which he stopped in his step. Zen was intrigued to know who was this and where does this melody coming from, his expression morphed with curiosity and suspicious—if it's a robbery. However, when he walked out to check what it was... it was Floyd who was playing a piece belonged to Paganini—that almost scared him. "I almost forgot, it was her practicing time."

It was astonishing how her tune was resonating with the environment, she creates the whole element and vibe for him to capture in the photo. He carefully pulled his camera and was trying to not make a loud sound, as he started focusing his camera. This was his hobby, other than taking pictures of animals and his portfolio. The moment she played the final note, Zen immediately tapped the shutter. That way, she wouldn't notice his presence when he sneakily captured the precious moment through the lens before he immediately left--heading to the bar.

Floyd played the last note as she sighed softly, before she stopped the recording on her iPhone as she checked her performance—it went well. She placed the iPad at the shelf and the stand book next, as she was putting her violin bag on the hanger before stretching. It was three days and two weeks later, a month. Her schedule to perform, or called "rehearsal" went well--only the full-length of the song (1 hour 11 minutes, 41 seconds) went successful, the song can either make you burst out with joy or make you cry because it was the famous song from the 'One Dream' drama. Floyd smiled happily, that she has done such as a wonderful job to prepare herself for the performance, without causing a trouble.

Floyd placed her violin and the bow inside her case and closing it, putting it back on the table as she placed the book stand beside the table as well before she headed out to take a break. Then, she felt thirsty as she rubbed her throat. "Uhh... I need a drink," she said, before she saw a bar nearby inside the building and headed inside. She saw Zen was sipping his cup of whiskey, enjoying the taste from the alcoholic drink which she approached him and sat in front of the counter. "Oh, you're here?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Zen nodded his head, once before taking a sip.

Floyd never taste it before, it's because she was raised in proper environment, but seeing Zen drinking his cup of whiskey. It makes her even more curious, "Ah… it feels so good," he said while taking a sip, Floyd was dumbfounded—she was innocent because of her clumsiness and sometimes—childish antics. It wasn't intentional or anything, it's just how she was. "You think I could try, what's whiskey like?" she asked, he froze for a moment and blinked, staring at her. "Sorry?" he asked.

This made her gulped, before she look down on her lap with a stammer. "I-I mean..." she stammered, trying not to look at him out of embarrassment.

"Hm? What you're looking at, Miss Floyd?"

It surprises her, which made her blushed and shook her hands. "I-It's nothing!" she denied, shaking her head at him. "I'm just… fluttered when you called me miss for the first time.." she stated shyly, it was a fact that Floyd never been called miss--despite her age in her early twenties, she was mistaken as a high school student a few years ago. Sometimes, it bothers her, but her passion for her dream as musician and composer is strong for her not to get affected by those rumors. Zen seemed didn't catch on with what she said, he gave her a confused look.

Zen tilted his head, leaning his crossed forearms against the bar table. "Oh really? That's how girls feel, what should I call you? Should I call you miss, my lady?" he teased her, raising his eyebrows at her; this resulted with her blushing heavily. Floyd shook her head in response, feeling ticked off—even though she's clumsy, she had a strong heart and stubbornness. Something Zen didn't expect, despite her cute attitude towards people. "No, anything will do, you're weird..." she frowned, huffing at him. "I-It's up to you, I don't care…!"

He hummed, looking away from her. "Alright then, I'll call you that."

This made her puzzled--no wonder this man was so friendly yet, calm at any kind of situations. "I want to taste whiskey," she finally answered, before she smiled slightly at him. "I never taste it, nor even knowing that so… do you mind?" she asked, making him turn around to face her for a moment. "Do you want to drink it? Well, if you say so."

Zen shrugged, taking an empty cup and poured down the whiskey on the cup—then he handed the cup to her. "There you go."

When she accepted the cup, she took a sip for a moment—her face went blue and coughed for a moment while Zen watch her reaction, chuckling a bit. "Pwuah! How can you even drink this?! This is too bitter for me to handle..." she hissed, grimacing at him; which he placed the cup of water in front of her. "This water might help."

Floyd took the cup of water and drink a lot, washing down the bitter taste before setting it down in front of her; she was weak towards alcohols or anything bitter. Zen was surprised she didn't know how it taste, it's weird. They already have a common topic and yet, she never taste it? His curiosity rises over and over, like a riddle waiting to be solved. They decided to have a conversation together, they need to chill down and it's about their lives; getting to know each other a little bit better. Floyd didn't realize that she drank two cups of whiskey already... which she completely drunk as she was already lost her senses due to the effects of the whiskey.

"Haha... that's funny..." she blurted out while chuckling, while Zen's eyes widened at the sight of her being drunk, he immediately take the cup away from her. 'For God's sake Floyd, you are acting just like a five-year old!' he thought, sighing quietly while making sure Floyd would not cause any chaos.

Zen knew that this girl was not an alcoholic but WEAK towards alcohols, this somehow affected her a lot. She was the type who would admit that they could not hold their liquor very well—but the way it turned out, was completely unexpected; she looks like a small kid with the way she hold her plastic cup and drank the plain water. "Um… I think you shouldn't drink more, it's not good for you," he told her, keeping the cups away from her.

Floyd look up at him, showing her reddened cheeks and her wanly eyes. It makes her stood up and placed her hands on the table, facing up and almost close to his face. "Huh? Why was that, Zen?" she asked innocently. The cold and calculated demeanor suddenly broke—he didn't know how to respond when she closed their distance for a second, this makes him shocked. Zen's amber eyes widened at her face close to him, he quickly look away from her; afraid that she'll getting close to him. "Well… you won't remember what happened before tomorrow, I get used to things like that," he excused.

"I see…"

Floyd sat back on the chair, swinging her feet up and down under the stool. "Oh… why don't we get to know each other? I mean… we met like earlier, y'know?" she asked. He blinked at her, before he nodded. "I don't mind, feel free to ask me anything about me," he answered, before he began to remove the bottle away from her. She hummed slightly, looking down at the table then facing up to meet his amber eyes, he was rather handsome in terms of aesthetic beauty which made her admired him.

She was always on the fan-girl mode, to all hot and handsome guys that captured her eyes. Zen have a warm personality to anyone, except his personality are either icy or intimidating. He is capable of snapping anyone who would tried to act upon him and the bad personalities. He has a point of not being approachable until he have the urge to involve himself with certain people that has an intention or planning to benefit them, in order to avoid unwanted problems. Though, the way he snaps at them—he made them trembled. "Okay, who's your first idol?" she asked, while keeping herself focused on him.

Zen placed his hand on his waistline, recollecting every of his past memories. "My aunt, she was a famous photographer around the world for have taken pictures of... celebrities, famous figures, and many events in a documentary films."

Floyd tilted her head, while she answered. "Mine would be my late-mom, she was a pianist and oh--I know about your aunt, my mom mention some things about her!" she said as she snapped her fingers, looking up at him. "I heard she befriends with your aunt and get along well, it's true…" she said. Floyd was honest when she's talking to him, every of her fans who talked to her always liked how she smiles and speaks. "Oh really? I'd like to hear that, also... you can stay in my building, and you need to rest since you're extremely drunk."

"I know… hehe," she giggled, folding her arms, "By the way, do you like being a photographer?"

"Of course, but… I'm not just a photographer because of my looks, and... you know what I mean."

He look up to face her, shrugging his shoulders. "I'll carry your stuffs to the guest room, since you're drunk and need to rest," he told her, knowing how terribly drunk she was, after a long time they spent. It was 8 PM, at the evening. She clasped her hands together, her smile was gleaming like the ocean waves. "Yay! Thanks again Zen, I'll come back tomorrow and see you..!" she waved before headed upstairs, and walking straight to the guest room.

She looked from behind as she was swaying side to side with each steps before going inside, suddenly she fell down on the bed--sleeping like a baby, with a quiet and soft snoring.

"Night-night…"

Zen shook his head, that poor girl was able to handle her alcohol—but her pride made her determined to put her effort to get used to it. 'I think I'll leave the cups after I wash them,' he thought, before he was about to walk out--until he heard her muttered something in her sleep and he turn around to look at her. "Mom... dad... I missed you... when will you guys see my performance...?" she said. This made his heart pang with discomfort, suddenly triggered by those words--the way she spoke softly with such gentleness. Zen couldn't tell if she was upset or not, it's not his fault that Floyd asked to drink whiskey. Now, there's only question arising in his mind. "Was she referring to her late-parents?"

This is something he hadn't expecting, yet again.

Zen headed to the rooftop, looking up at the sky with his calm expression. "Mom... dad... I missed you two," he said, tucking his hands inside his pockets. He recalled how his parents passed away by a car crash, the memories came back to him--never forgive nor forgetting, his hatred towards the driver who cause the accident. Zen often questioned himself; thinking whether he is a man, and that's what he ever thinks every day until now. 'Mom... dad... I... messed things up. I thought being a man is easy, but I was... wrong,' he thought, as he looked down to the snow. However, he couldn't help but looking out for Floyd and also to the other children. Zen knew how painful losing parents in young age, because of this—he observed Floyd during his free time.

He remembered the first day, the day where Floyd came here; being here and offering him kindness he never imagine. To be honest, he was intrigued about her sudden appearance, even though she can't taking pictures properly, and now slowly getting her photographic talent from her dedication.

The city lights and streets illuminated their environment, while looking over the view; to the surrounding. He let out a heavy sigh before heading back inside his building, until he stopped for a moment. He glanced at Floyd who was asleep, heading downstairs before sending message to his assistant.

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