Keumjo played the piano at the cafe, like she always did, but she couldn’t help but feel stares from someone. It wasn’t unusual, but it also wasn’t a usual thing for her to feel. This song would be her last, so she wouldn’t have to worry about stares for now.
Once her fingers played the last few notes, she had bowed and gotten up. She was going to leave when she felt the same unusual feeling. “Hello?” she turned to the person’s direction.
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