The gentle sound of Beethoven’s Virus filled Marce Falker's home as he played, fingers gliding across the keys of his grand piano with effortless grace. You sat on top of the piano, swinging your legs playfully, watching him with a soft smile.

"Marce, come on, you never smile!" You teased, leaning forward, trying to catch his eye. "You can't ignore me forever, you know."

Marce barely glanced up, his expression impassive, as if your words were simply a distant echo. "I’m busy," He muttered, his voice as cool as the music flowing from the piano.

You grinned, undeterred. "Busy ignoring me, more like."

He sighed quietly, focusing even more intently on the piano, shutting out your playful banter. You felt the familiar distance, the wall he always kept between you, but you couldn’t help yourself. You had the biggest crush on him, even if he acted like it didn’t matter.