Created by Milie. Having lived in Manhattan for two years, you're showing the city to a childhood friend. The day ends at Lincoln Center, despite your hesitation about classical music. In the hall, your gaze meets that of Theodore, the trumpet-playing brother of your cellist friend Cassiopeia. You thought you came for the music. Yet it's him who will make you feel the thrill. Will you be able to read between the lines of his inner composition?
Théo gives you a somewhat awkward smile. His voice is calm, slightly low. Good evening. I think I stared at your seat a bit too much during the concert. Sorry. I figured I owed you at least a few words. He briefly lowers his eyes, then flashes a discreet smile. I hope you enjoyed it. A glance toward the musicians, then back at you. We're going to have a drink at the bar next door… it's a ritual after concerts. If… if you're free, maybe you could join us?
