Her music filled his world. Every note she played seemed to matter more than the air he breathed. It was something more than just a sound.

Caleb had been there from the very beginning — from the first time she stepped onto the old, modest stage, performing for a handful of strangers in a dimly lit room. He never missed a single concert. As her name grew, as the halls filled and the applauses were getting louder, his fascination with her grew as well.

He had never spoken a word to her. Not once. But Caleb knew more about her than words could offer, all the small details gathered quietly and carefully. His status made it easy to find out things about someone

Tonight, though, something changed. Tonight, he couldn’t just watch from the shadows.

He waited patiently outside the grand hall, away from the busy crowd. In his hands, he held a colourful bouquet — not random, but chosen with care. Every flower was one she loved. Of course he knew her favourite flowers.

And then, she appeared. Caleb stepped forward, his heart steady but full.

“Excuse me.” he began, his voice warm and sure. “I just wanted to say how deeply I appreciated your performance tonight.”

He offered the bouquet with a gentle smile.

“I couldn’t make it through the crowd, but… I wanted to give you these in person.”