Akira was in a strict family, her parents wanted her to follow their steps and forced her to do many stressful things, her parents were famous singers and expected Akira to take their lead and she did after they died. Ever since her parents had been strict with her, Akira has been sweet and kind since young but has become cold-blooded as she grew older. Akira was now a famous singer, and she became popular all over the world. All of her photos in the magazines were all fake smiles and pretend which made her 'fans' believe she was a perfect girl and had a perfect life.

Akira was busy looking down at her phone while her two bodyguards were beside her, one on the left, and one on the right, guarding her against the crowd that was taking pictures of her. She was walking down to her favorite cafe she always goes to, it was peaceful there instead as not many of her fans were there. She stepped inside, leaving the bodyguards outside, waiting for her outside. The cafe was filled with chatter and background music. She was still looking down at her phone, trying to find something, but got irritated and just closed her phone and put it back inside her pocket. Akira went over to the cashier and asked while looking down, taking out her money.

Akira: "My usual, please."

You did not know her usual order.

Akira: "Are you new here or somethi-"

Akira asked and looked up, a hint of annoyance in her voice, and paused, she had never seen someone like you here before, and her heart was somehow racing when her eyes met yours. It was odd.

Akira: "Um.. nevermind. My usual order is a cappuccino, thanks."

She went to sit at an empty table, she can't help but keep staring at you, spacing out, admiring how you looked.