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Floyd's eyes opened at the sunlight behind the bed, she woke up and realized she was laying on the bed with the pillow under her head--with the blanket draped over her body as she was wrapped into it. "Hmm..." she hummed that she woke up from a very vivid dream that made her feel warm and tingly all over her body. "H-Huh? WHAT JUST HAPPENED YESTERDAY?!" she snapped. Floyd was startled upon realizing the events that happened yesterday, even the hangover she experienced. Oh wait, she's still clothed.

Floyd squirmed as she laid back down, rubbing her eyes and trying to recall the memories she had been experiencing when she drank the alcohol last night, the room became so quiet for a moment--everything felt peaceful inside the building as she stretched out her body. "Crap, my head..." she whined, standing up and walking out from the guest room that she will be sleeping for a while, she immediately went upstairs to check on Zen. "Zen...?"

Zen overslept with his head buried on his folded arms, the desk has laptop with computer and PC--along three monitors for editing photos. This makes her silently opening the door, in case she will disturb him from his work. Floyd approached him carefully and quietly, she could feel an excitement and joy came over her--but the feeling was muted in her mind that it was blocked out with the sudden rush of emotion. "C-Coffee..." he whined, making her jolted a little because she thought that he woke up--lucky her, he was still asleep. "I need coffee..."

Floyd heard him as she need to bought him coffee, she quickly reminded him. "O-Okay! Let me bought them for you!" she said, running off from his office and grabbed her wallet from the guest bedroom--heading out to buy Zen his desired drink. It would take only her at least ten minutes to bought the drinks, before she arrived back to Zen's building and went up the stairs to the top floor; the fifth floor.

Zen slowly adjusting his seat as he felt his whole body aching due to staying up all night, and he had been sleeping uncomfortably all the time. "Hmm?" he hummed before he realized Floyd went to buy him the cup of coffee, that he wanted. This made Zen smile a little, nodding his head in satisfaction. "Thanks a lot," he said as she blushed at his compliment, hearing him said 'Thank you' and 'Gratitude' are rare to be 'said' by Zen himself. "Living without a cup of coffee, I can't live without one..."

Floyd blushed shyly and said, fiddling with her fingers. "Um... when you said 'living without a cup of coffee', it makes me think of it in a way like having a cup of life."

Zen nodded while taking a sip of his coffee but got his tongue burned by the hotness from his drink as he cringed, feeling the burning sensation of the coffee entering his mouth and his throat. "Of course," he replied and chuckled quietly, he added. "Thank you for saving my life Floyd, I owe you my gratitude."

Floyd's logic hit her at full throttle, this made her put down the cup of coffee and face him to pay her gratitude for her. "H-Hold on, no no... it was my pleasure," she told him, tilting her head as she was not sure if she should say it but she smiled while rubbing her arm. "You taught me how to take beautiful pictures, then the photography helped me improved my brand and posting my photographs. You also... let me stay so I can practice, and gave me freedom to practice in your basement..." she said as she look up to face him, her expression changed. It was sweet, gentle and her gentle smile was sincere and lovable.

"That's enough for me..."

Zen couldn't resist any further, he had to explain the entire thing he has in mind. Her genuine personality always caught his heart and interest, like she managed to take hold over him--in fact, she became his first crush.

Few hours later...

Floyd was in her bedroom with her home attire consists of white collared shirt with dark blue sweater, black short pants and black tights worn on her legs. She was sitting on the bed, typing on her laptop and writing her score for the music festivals that she will be performing next two months. Her suitcases are neatly arranged beside the drawer and the nightstand for her music needs, it would take her 15 minutes before she get bored and continue her work again. "Urgh... 30 minutes? What pieces should I play?" she mumbled while knitting her eyebrows, thinking some of musical pieces.

Though, someone came inside through her room with knocking sound as she turned around to look at the visitor. "Oh hey there, Floyd."

"Yes? Who is it?"

The person is V, Zen's assistant, but his name is called Kim Sang-Hyeon, as he had Korean descent. His hair was styled like a messy bangs that almost covered his left eye, which colored in cyan light blue. He has a pair of dark blue eyes and has fair complexion, he wears a stylish black turtleneck with a stylized name embroidered with metallic steel needles through its side neckline, along a long and thin blazer while being sleeveless. Underneath his turtleneck was a gray v-neck t-shirt, paired with dark blue pants and black loafers; he wears a fingerless glove. "I'm Zen's assistant, my name is Kim Sang-Hyeon," he introduced himself, giving a soft smile while tilting his head. "But please, just call me V."

Floyd was confused, why is his nickname V? "Um... what's with the 'V'?" she asked, folding her arms as she look up at the man who got nearly taller than her because of his height.

V responded while he shrugged. "Well, I don't know. Zen chose the nickname for me, I guess you can consider this is our little secret," he said, before he folded his arms. "Zen kind of entrusted me with his job, since he complained that being a photographer... has pros and cons at certain times. Either there's profit in both quality and quantity, or there's not much and kinda lacks--anyways the breakfast is in the dining hall at downstairs. Want to join us?" he offered.

Floyd glanced at the clock as it was 9 AM in the morning, knowing that she should enjoy the breakfast as she nodded. "Sure! Thanks V, although… I still can't believe I had a privilege to stay in his building," she responded, closing the MacBook laptop and placing it on the study desk nearby as she stand up and put on her boots. "Urgh, it's cold...!" she shivered, before V went out from the bedroom. It's so clean and organized in her room, so neat and she would never bring anything dirty or messy as those rules caught her ears every day when she was younger. She immediately locked the door after leaving her room and following him down to the staircase, before her eyes felt with dazzles.

It wasn't only expensive interior, but the interior design itself is awesome and amazing; it's like she had been placed in the wonderland, a luxury hotel and high-class business building combined. Floyd wouldn't dare to damage them using her abilities, not until she practiced enough. "Wow… his building is so exquisite..." she praised while looking around. "Since Zen wanted to create the ideal interior design and atmosphere through photographs, he had won much money in his photography competition--he was a 1st winner in Photography Contest to create the best design. He just did a favor of lending his knowledge to his first rival, who wants a interior design for his building as well."

It was surprising as she held onto the railing of the staircase, almost stumbles on her boots. "Wait, doesn't Zen hated on anyone but he kept helping them instead?!" she exclaimed, before she heard him explained. "Yeah... about that, he's kind of strict and a jerk... but he's actually very kind towards people, especially a stranger."

V laughed as they went downstairs, entering the lobby to find out the dining room. It was very large, with marble floorings while the carpet and wooden boardings were placed as the corridor and the dining room. The windows have crystal design; shading the sunlight through the walls with its lights. Floyd whistled to see the elegance in front of her, to see the modern and marvelous design brought her into awe. "Zen has been working pretty hard, hasn't he?"

"Just wait and see..."

V opened the door, waiting for her to enter the dining room. Floyd entered the luxurious kitchen with pristine looking appliances that lined the walls on the right side, the cupboards and the stove was mounted. "Woah... this is enormous..." she murmured, as she followed him down before going to the dining table where Zen and his assistants were sitting as she stood there, nervous all of the sudden. 'Why am I nervous? C-Calm down...' she thought.

Zen was busy scrolling on his phone, he quietly checked Floyd's Instagram account by typing '@floyd_christina91' which shows her pictures that were taken using the professional camera--not with her smartphone. It was amazing how those photo's quality perfectly rendered for her fans, even though some of the pictures was edited--sometimes, he wondered how she could edit it by herself, and she learns this through his lessons. The bio was written professionally which said: 'Wanna-be Virtuoso - Violinist' as her occupation and the second is 'Want to see my performances or booking requests for performance? Check out my email or website' added at the very bottom. It made him chuckled in front of everyone as he shook his head, even though she was talented.

"Huh... she gained a lot of money already," he murmured, to himself.

He flipped to the next profile page where his gaze narrowed at the gallery while he observes her daily photos, such as posing or standing while playing or holding her violin and the bow, the scenic place in the snow or nature. His favorite one, was the picture where she was walking into the park with her coat and her scarf, her short hair was waving in the wind with snow falling all over her. Plus, she wears a black turtleneck underneath her dark blue long-sleeved dress with V-neck collars--underneath a white collared coat with slitted long sleeves that exposed her upper arms and wears a black belt around her waist; she also wears a black tights and black knee-length boots with golden rectangular buckles behind her ankles. It was her favorite fashion theme in the winter time, which people considered her 'handsomely beautiful' in her outfit choice. His phone littered with her beautiful photographs and her own clothes for Winter clothing, while he scrolls on his phone.

"Oi, Zen!" V called him.

"Huh?"

Zen turned around and saw V walking to the seats, along with Floyd. "Miss Floyd? You're here," he greeted her. Floyd saw something on his phone by accident, before she huffed. "Did you stalk my social media?" she asked, her cheeks puffed and puffing as it fades into pink. Even her fans will be jealous... to him. "What? Me?" he asked, raising his eyebrows, and then denied what she said, sounding surprised. "No, no, I just love your photos by the way," he responded, staring at her. "Let's eat now."

Floyd was being childish like usual, but that's how she was. Zen scooted over the chair, gesturing her to sit beside her as she happily cheered.

After that, Floyd still have time before next two months so she can wander around in this so-called Romance City. The name alone made her cringed on the description that goes to her mind, yet it was odd. Floyd decided to update her status, taking her phone and opening Instagram for checking what's new; she'll be adding another posts using hashtags '#Illea, #GoodMorningIllea, #RomanceCity', then she clicked the upload button as the picture appeared on her Instagram. Plus, she also updated her InstaStory with playing the violin in the studio, even getting a heart reaction from some of her friends and most of her followers. Until, she noticed that Zen was over there--far from her.

Zen was at the park while he walked with quiet expression, walking forward with his hands inside the pockets of his coat. Floyd turned to approach him while she ran a bit fast, enough for him get startled by her voice. "Zen!" she yelled. Because he got startled, he slipped his feet onto the slippery ice ground in backwards. "Ah!"

"Zen?!"

Floyd was puzzled when he was about to slip once she slowed her pace, but she quickly ran towards him and held her hands onto his back. Holding him from falling, it saved him which made her sighed. "Are you okay?" she asked. Zen looked back at her, when she held onto his back with her hands. "Y-Yeah.. I'm okay," he replied. He slowly stands up and turned to front of her, he brush the snow with his foot to cover up the icy ground. "Sorry… I was bored inside your building, and I was looking for you.. I was thinking if we could get something warm…" she said with a frown.

"It's fine, really."

Zen reassured her, before he fixed his black muffler around his shoulders. "Well, we could go to the café for some coffee, let's warm up since I don't want us to get cold," he said and turn around to head towards the café nearby, Floyd walked beside him to the café, it makes her happy that he was letting her accompany him. When they have arrived, Zen open the door for her.

"Ladies first."

Floyd's cheeks flushed a little, but she brush it off as she walked inside the co-working space. Once they have entered, Zen walked next to her with eyes scanned around before heading straight to the counter to order his drink. Once they had gotten their drinks, Floyd and Zen head outside. "So, you never mentioned anything about yourself... so..." Floyd initiated the conversation, while sipping her frappe. He knew that the city has always busy, even if it was only 9 in the morning.

Floyd tried not to get distracted, yet again--he was so handsome that made her dazed while holding her drink firmly. 'Oh, how much I hate my crush towards guys like him..' she thought with a sad frown, that was the idea of teenage girls. "Um.. maybe I could ask, why you have an assistant?" she asked, as they sat down on a seat outside. "Hm?" he turned around and realized what is she exactly mentioned about the assistant, almost scaring the life out of him. "Long story short, I found him graduating from college since he's below my year--so I took him as the apprentice. If you're talking about the assistant who's really intelligent, that's not the kind of role V had."

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"Yup," he said, a hand placed on his waist. "His role is rather taking care of his own task, he sometimes visit me or send his mails for my other works. Maybe a personal photographer, a designer and a manager. He's in charge of managing my schedule and appointments with other clients, so he's quite 'smart' enough to understand my task he has to do."

"Wow... that's wonderful, I'm impressed."

Floyd was pretty confident that his career went better than hers--she even wondered if a job as a photographer will affect his personality, or something that makes his life the hardest because of his career. Zen realized that he didn't bring his smartphone with him, so he looked at Floyd--lending her a hand, "Floyd, can I borrow your phone for a while? I forgot to bring mine since it was in my office."

"Oh sure."

She handed the smartphone to his hand, a bit scared that he'll peek through her personal information but she shook those thoughts away. He began to take a few shots, the customers or random subjects nearby them (He is aware of what kind of angles and angles to use for quality pictures). Once he was done, he flipped the phone horizontally, for editing photos. He applied the classic filter, instead of turning the photo into vintage or bright because most of the photos usually did not. As she got bored while waiting for him, Floyd decided to look over at the window, leaning her cheek against her palm, and her other hand was across in front of her. It caught Zen's attention by her 'photogenic' features, that makes him intrigued to even her gestures--he decided to held up his phone and took a picture of her.

After one minute, Zen was finished and immediately handed her smartphone back to her, gesturing her to type her passcode. "Here."

Floyd nodded, as she swiped the screen--entering her passcode before taking a glance of what's inside. Her eyes widened in shock upon seeing the three-picture shown, it was beautiful. Then, they headed back to the building where V was handling Zen's clients who just got graduated from high school and colleges--there's so many who wanted him as their photographer, or they came from private schools or studios. Floyd decided to help herself as she entered the building and watched over the young ones, who were taking their class. The background has a fancy looking setting, it has simple color palettes; white, black and brown with the touch of bright to darker ambient in each rooms, not just the white lights that would end up hurting the eyes of the cameras.

Some of the students who are musicians recognized Floyd, she pointed out with a smile. "Guys, it's Floyd--the internet sensation of musician!"

Floyd heard them as she turn around, like usual--put up a branding persona for her, acting. "Oh, guys! I didn't know you were here! What a surprise, what's up?" she asked, greeting them with a happy-go-lucky attitude. Seeing young students makes her slightly nostalgic, the happy aura emanated between them--it seems they were more comfortable with her rather than Zen. This is why girls will flock over, especially when it comes to her kind and cheery self. He just watched them as he has nothing else to do. They had a selfie with her even a group photo, plus tagging her Instagram account: @floyd_christina91 after uploading or posting those images on their Social Media platforms. Even the whole chatters about her and her new latest solo album 'Forever Begins Here' had spurred and become a trend.

V figured out that Floyd can attract anyone to become a part of the crowd, even young people. The session was going well, the progress and the shots were magnificent. After a week had passed, Floyd went up in the top floor where Zen's office was, due to his absence in the morning and turns out he overworked again with his head buried into his folded arms on the desk--after V just got back home. "Huh, he fell asleep..." she said, looking at the morning sky outside the window before she lean down and kiss his cheek. "Have a proper rest, okay?" she whispered with a smile, before she use her dark blue coat to cover his backside and shoulders.

Zen could feel a warm fluffy feeling rushed throughout his face as his cheeks were brushed into rosy red. His hair covered half of his face, but he remained asleep when Floyd headed back to her bedroom and continue her practice. That afternoon, Zen slowly woke up and realize he was covered with something that wasn't his--until he touched his cheeks with warmth lingering behind. The moment when he sat up on the chair, the coat was falling on the floor. "What...?" he mumbled, putting his hands around to rub his eyes. "Did someone kiss me...? Or is it a dream...?" he asked, before he checked his phone--which has Floyd's contacts since they exchanged numbers last week.

Floyd was interacting with her chat during her IGTV session in front of her phone, watching numerous people and fans are chatting or commenting something; having something random. "Yeah, my new album is gonna be out a month later, you guys will love this once we edited it completely. As usual, my photos are up there for everyone, so please don't be shy and compliment me," she said with a wink, before she head to next section while explaining about her days in Romance City. After the session, she ended the live before she received a call from Zen.

"Hello Zen, did you call me?"

"Oh, hello Floyd, I was just calling you, how are you doing?"

Zen responded while had her coat on his shoulders--staring out to the wide window, putting his phone next to his ear. Floyd leaned her back against the pillow on her bed, curling her feet that has a black stockings to her. "I'm good, can't you see? Or you just pretended to have fun because of the job? What's up?" she asked with a pout. He tried not to feel intimidated by her words, knowing how naturally cheerful she is to everyone. 'Pretended to have fun?' he thought, knitting his eyebrows in confusion. "Uh... I woke up and found the coat... did you give this to me?"

"Si!" Floyd answered happily, she chuckled with a smile. "I was in the bedroom, remember that I'm still in your building. Or else you'll forget, by the way… can you teach me how to use a camera? Please…?" she pleaded. He forgot that she was in his building, after she reminded him about where she was. "Oh.. I see… alright, meet me in the basement, I'll bring your coat back."

"Okay! On my way!"

Floyd got up from the bed while putting on her boots, taking her phone with her and heading out to the basement, where she was waiting for him while already inside. Being reminded not to touch his cameras without his permission, Zen got arrived inside the basement. "Hey, here you go.." he said as he handed the jacket to her, smiling a bit. Floyd happily accept the coat as she began to wear it, since it was the coat she bought from her homeland Italy. "Because you told me not to touch your belongings in here, isn't it okay for me to borrow?"

Zen said as he walked up to the black bags filled with cameras, including the one for photography--he took out the SLR and walk to her. "I know, but you have my permission so you can borrow this from me," he stated. Floyd received the SLR from him, examined the part and the functions of the camera. She placed her other hand under the lens of the camera, tilting her head a little. "So, how does it work?" she asked curiously.

He stepped closer to her, which made her flustered by his closure. "It's simple, you click this button, the picture will be taken from this," he said, he points at the button on the SLR. "It's not that different when it comes to DSLR, it stands for Digital Single-Lens Reflexes. But you have to stand still on your spot, and not moving around when you're taking pictures."

Floyd nodded, she tilted her head to look at the lens. "How do I zooming in and out?"

"Here, let me teach you."

Zen said, running his fingers through her fingers under the lens; intertwining her fingers. Then, he moved the lens slightly with her hand. "Do you get it now?" he asked, as he look at her from behind her. Her cheeks flushed like a chili peppers, his fingers have cold when touching her slightly, this is just the bonus. She forgot her question just now, as she placed the button on the side, before nodding. "O-Oh, um, yeah I think I get it now, th-thanks," she stammered.

"Now, we're going to the place where you can, the Festival of Lights in Illea, it's famous for photogenic and scenic places. It's also a practice for you," Zen stated, releasing her finger from the button. "It's held every Monday's night, normally at 7 PM. Thankfully, you arrived at this time to find the perfect moment--so get your things ready, wear appropriate clothes and items, just like me," he told her. Floyd quickly replied, holding the camera by its strap behind her neck. "O-Oh yeah sure, so uhm… I'll put this camera into my bag," she replied, before placing the SLR camera into her brown handbag.

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The Illea City wasn't that crowded during winter, there's some cars passing by, Floyd sighed softly while resting her cheek on her palm. Staring at the window of Zen's car and was looking at the snow falling, he was driving his car--focusing his sight forward, she slowly took out her smartphone and checked her gallery. Pictures of her used to playing violin until the picture of them in the day light, laughing and having fun without issues before she sent the pictures into the group chats of her respective communities and alumnis. However, she stopped at the current picture-the one that Zen taken a picture of her in the café--it made her blushed.

Even the lighting of the photograph is perfect, since she had decided that she should be posting it. One more thing she would never do—her shyness still lingers despite having a confident appearance. Because this photo was different, due to Zen's photography skills--Floyd was so gorgeous. She sent the photo as the cover picture, to her both Instagram and Twitter account.

"Huh... cute, oh how much I love this man, err... girl? Hngh..." she mumbled, blushing heavily before she exit the picture. As he is busy driving his car, Zen glanced at Floyd for a quick glance; Floyd didn't notice him staring for a moment while he is focusing on driving his car. "Zen… did you take my picture on purpose?" she asked, before she glared at him. "Why did you do that?!"

"Oh, that?" he replied casually, still driving his car. "I thought it would be interesting because of your 'photogenic' looks on your face, don't blame me for it, it's just because you're taking selfies and somehow you're terrible at taking pictures of others. Isn't that true for you, Floyd?" he asked, since he was trying to make her uncomfortable. "Don't deny it, it's the fact, get it?"

Of course Floyd felt like being discomforted when he said something like that, she leaned her cheek against her palm on the window with her eyes averted towards the outside, looking dazed. "Hey Floyd, why are you being awfully quiet?"

He turned his face to look at her, seeing her still in a bad mood--not gonna lie; seeing someone who was naturally easy-going and happy-go-lucky everyday having a bad mood... is a bad sign for him. 'And the reason was because of her crush on me...' he thought, smirking after realizing her odd trait around him, it means a lot to him. He would just make her comfortable around him, but of course, he knows that females are 'miss'. Unfortunately, he had promised his mother 'the first and last time'.

Soon they got arrived, Zen parked in the parking lot as both of them got out from his car--it makes Floyd sighed that she was trying to move on from his comment. But she was used to things like that, especially in her violin performance and she took it well. "We got arrived, close your eyes for the lights," he said, as the light flashes in front of them. Floyd close her eyes, before she open them again. "Is this… the Festival of Lights?"

"Yeah, this is your first time huh? Now let's go."

Floyd focused at the bridge with two lampposts in each two sides of the bridge, causing her to get excited. Zen stood behind her with his hands inside his pockets, before he said. "That's a good spot, now you need someone in there."

Floyd stiffened, then she frowned at him. "B-But… no one is in that bridge..." she muttered, before she sighed that she almost giving up during this trial. "I can't be there, I'm the one who should take a picture of that..." she trailed off. Zen began to feel anxious even bad to see her like this, it's like Floyd was so clueless at times. He has no choice but to stand at the bridge, then he sighed. "I get it, alright…" he said while heading up to the bridge, fixing his black jacket and his dark grey scarf around his neck. Then he posed with his forearm on the edge of the bridge, turning to his side as he faced her. He looks like a model when he does that, although he finds it 'odd' for him to do that by himself in the public. "Keep it focused."

"Alright! One.. two… three!"

Click!

Floyd sighed in relief that she able to take her picture properly, without moving and even shivering. "Here you go Zen!" she said as she smiled brightly, handing the SLR for him. "Alright.." he said and turn around, he blushed since it's his first time being taken picture by someone. He walked down from the bridge and taking the SLR from her, while he examined the picture--he didn't pay attention to the screen nor the angle--instead himself posing like a model. 'Urgh… I'm so weird here…' he thought, grunting as he shook the feeling off.

Both of them sat down on the bench while Floyd is fixing her things as Zen is editing the photos--fluffing her hair around her fingers with her winter gloves. 'Uwaah... he's taking a selfie huh, right there while being himself?!' she thought, staring at him and being stunned by his casual outlook. Floyd turned away in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed a bit under her eyes. "S-Sorry for giving you hard time, and making you like this... this is my first time taking a picture of someone like you."

"It's way embarrassing for someone doing that to me without my permission... but since it's you, I'll let it pass," Zen grumbled, then he glanced down at her. "It's cold in here, let's go inside to the café for warming up."

"Si! Let's go!"

They began to heading on their way to the café, Floyd yawned as she stretching her arms upwards. A small crack could be heard, as if she hadn't stretched herself in a month. "I'm very homesick lately…" she mumbled softly while walking beside him, their boots hitting on the snowy ground and made a little sound of being squeezed.

"I miss my home country, Italy, I miss what I have done in there…"

He hummed, looking back at her. "I'm just like you Floyd, sometimes I feel homesick… the winter almost the same in here and England," he added. She nodded in agreement, fixing her white muffler. "Yeah, I miss my… late-parents," she said as she looked away from him while they almost arrived at the café, same for Zen who was silent when she mentioned her late-parents. He doesn't want to tell out his rough past, which can be said a big struggle for him.

As they got inside, Floyd happily taking out her phone and checked her Instagram account. Since she will going live to interact with her fans, even watching them interact with each other. "I'd like to order Black Americano coffee," Zen ordered to the waitress, as Floyd ordered. "Café latte please, also desserts for both of us!"

The waitress nodded and went to the counter for the order to be done, Floyd is busy interacting with her fans through Instagram on live. Placing her smartphone in standing position by leaning it on the flower glass cup behind it, she began her greetings to her fans since she was in Illea. Zen look around his surroundings, there were so many couples confessing their feelings to each other, even their love in this place. He blushed with narrowed eyes as he look down, thinking thinking that he and Floyd are dating. Well, yes... he had a crush on her. They exchanged numbers, their personal contact details and their social medias accounts for socializing. But, he doesn't know anything about her passion, her motivation or her story for pursuing her career as a professional violinist. Somehow, it bothers him very much.

Zen wanted to get to know her, because he learned that Floyd is an alumni of Starlight College of Music and Arts, it was the same for him. He had gone to the college where he took photography class, only he got a scholarship in college since his uncle sponsors him--enough he can able to pay his own year fees and courses. 'Is Floyd having financial issues? Or there's anything bad happened in her past?' he thought, still examining her expression and those warmest smile came to her. 'Now that she's semi-successful after her viral performance on YouTube and she became part of the famous orchestra, I think I want to know her...'

"I hope you guys can go to this city, and I'm not kidding okay? Although, you should never stay all alone! Call your lover or friend or someone, before you're out there freezing! Remember, Christmas is coming soon, and we should remember how beautiful the city is during the winter. This is a friendly advice for young ones, alright? See ya!" she bid farewell, before she ended the live. No one recognize him in Illea except international world, after that their orders arrived, while they were waiting for it. After they had a dinner in the café of Festival of Lights, both of them began to go back to Zen's black building.

Zen grunts while he finished his works and send the email to his client, yawning slightly as the sun rose from the city of Illea. He was obviously exhausted and even working hard to finish the project, after Floyd fell asleep early. "Thank God it's finished…" he muttered--closing the laptop and leaned back against the desk, sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.

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