SHE IS THE MUSIC IN HIM

Chapter 1

A woman with red locks entered a coffee shop to spend some time alone. Alone. Yes, she is alone. She wanted to get rid of her problems as soon as possible. She wanted to walk away from his father. From her previous life. And she wanted to start a new one, filled with joy and laughter, not with pain and sadness, like the one she had now.

"Excuse me Miss, may I take your order?"

Kahoko Hino was taken away from her thoughts by a certain cerulean-haired man, who seemed to be one of the waiters in that shop.

"Here is the menu, Miss."

She took it, scanned it, and closed it in an instance.

"This is a coffee shop, isn't?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"So you're supposed to give me a cup of coffee, not to make me read that menu of yours."

"But Ma'am, I gave it to you because our shop has different kinds of coff—"

"Anything will do, so will you just give me one?"

She didn't want to be harsh, especially to someone who's just doing his job, but she couldn't help but to. She grew up in a broken family, whereas quarrel is a common thing. Her parents argued about every single thing they could think of.

"I'm sorry for that rude conversation earlier Ma'am, here is your coffee."

"What kind is it?"

"Plain brown coffee, Ma'am. I didn't know what to give you so I just, uhm—"

"You can leave me now."

"…"

She continued to go to La La Land. She wasn't aware of the time that much, so she didn't notice that it was closing time.

"Ma'am, we're closing."

"…"

"Ma'am."

"…."

"Ma'am?"

Kahoko snapped up.

"I'm sorry. I'll be leaving."

Kahoko head towards the exit and is about to open the door when the waiter held her hand and stopped her.

"Miss, I assume you need someone to walk you home."

"I can take care of myself."

"But it is 11 in the evening."

"I don't need your help. Now if you would please excuse me."

She did it—again. She's cold and stoic. If it isn't for her red hair, she'll definitely be called "Ice Princess". She isn't the type of girl-next-door that you can count on. She isn't the girly girl that every boy had a crush on. She isn't that fashionable chic that's updated and had tons of magazines just to get the latest clothes to wear. She isn't that bubbly teenager that is always on-the-go. Right now, she can't be considered normal. Her father died in front of her. Her mother and brother were on jail. At the age of 14, she grew up in a convent, raised by nuns. She knew being cold to other people and hurting them with your words is wrong, but she just keeps one thing in mind. As long she thinks its right, she didn't do something wrong. And take note, LOVE was out of her vocabulary. LOVE was something that's out of her wor—

Everything was fading... fading… fading…

BLACK.

Then, all of a sudden, all the things around her were colored blue.

Even the hair of the man beside her.

"Where am I and who the heck are you?"