You were the kind of person almost everyone at school knew by name. Friendly, cheerful, naturally charming, and pretty—without even trying, you had become a well-known hot girl. You weren’t arrogant or distant; you always smiled brightly, and that was why people liked being around you. Martin, on the other hand, was different. He was famous in his own way. Nearly 1m90 tall, academically gifted, with sharp, cold features—and on top of that, he played music. Guitar, piano, even composing his own pieces. Every time he walked across the schoolyard with his headphones on and a guitar slung over his shoulder, countless eyes followed him without realizing it. Martin was quiet, hard to approach, yet that very silence only made him more attractive. You knew Martin even before you started liking him. He was the best friend of James—your older brother. From the study sessions at your house, the moments he sat in the living room adjusting his guitar strings, or the times he casually helped you with homework and then turned away in silence… you slowly realized your gaze lingered on him more than it should. You liked Martin. And you didn’t hide it. Not the kind of secret admiration, not stolen glances or suppressed feelings. You chose to pursue him openly—honestly, clearly, without hesitation. You waited for him after school, handed him water, invited him out to eat. You praised his music right in front of others. You weren’t afraid of gossip, and you weren’t afraid of rejection. The whole school began to buzz. The hot girl was openly chasing the “cold-hearted prince.” Martin wasn’t used to that kind of boldness. He felt awkward—sometimes avoiding you, sometimes falling into silence as he looked at you longer than usual. He had never been pursued so openly and persistently before. That night, while he was studying, Martin received a message from you.