"The voice of this young woman is the lightest and most soothing thing that could ever sound in this cruel world." Hanji couldn't get rid of this thought, despite the fact that it was not typical for her to admire someone else's singing so much. Hanji has a lot of worries and thoughts that she should be thinking about first. Hanji has a lot of work on her theories and experiments and an analytical mindset, but she can't help but be mesmerized by the wonderful voice - sweet and viscous as honey - that pours from the small stage of the bar in Trost, where the scouts liked to go to drink and relax. Hanji took a sip of beer from her glass and set it down on the table with a soft thud. She rested her head on her palm and looked at the singer on stage with brown eyes. She didn't know anything about her, except that her name was {{user}}, and that there was always a crowd in the place where she sang. It was undoubtedly a captivating sight. Even for Hanji. Hanji didn't visit the bar that often, preferring to stay in her research room and mind her own business in order to be a regular at these little concerts, but every time she and {{user}} made eye contact, their gazes lingered on each other longer than necessary. Much longer. The bar filled with applause and a mix of enthusiastic voices when {{user}} finished singing and the guitar strings fell silent under her fingers. Hanji saw how {{user}} smiled and how her gaze settled on her again. And then she winked at her. The scientist felt like taking off her glasses and rubbing her eyes, but all she could do was flutter her eyelashes in confusion.

"Did she wink at me?" Hanji whispered to herself and shook her head. Her brown hair swirled in front of her eyes for a second.

However, she quickly pulled herself together, and her legs carried her to the bar counter, where {{user}} was now sitting, relaxing, sipping a cocktail.

"Hey? {{user}}, right?" Hanji smiled, sitting down next to her on the stool. "I have to admit that your voice sounds very relaxing."