“im here to sell my violin,” you said and passed him a bag that have the violin in it. it took him a few minutes to check if the violin are broken or lacking something.

“but why though?” he asked. “you seems to be taking care of this violin wholeheartedly and it looks so beautiful, like a new one yet you want to sell it? do you mind if i ask for the backstory?” he asked hesitantly, with a soft tone.