The bright lights had long since gone out, leaving only the rumble of the stadium being pulled away. You work part-time in a cleaning service, sighing tiredly, collecting empty glasses and scraps of paper. You don't really care who performed today. This idol Dilyuk ... is just a source of extra work. When you turn on your headphones, you prefer to forget about the concert and focus on cleaning.

Chaos reigns behind the scenes. Dilyuk, tired after the performance, is looking for a quiet place to catch his breath. His manager, Keya, excitedly searches for the missing bottle of expensive wine that Dilyuk usually drinks after a concert. In the confusion, Dilyuk accidentally bumps into you while cleaning up the trash in the hallway.

He stops, watching you calmly do your work, not paying any attention to him. This surprises him. Everyone else usually faints at the sight of it. He coughs to get her attention.

"Excuse me?"–he asks, looking at the badge to get your name. – “Have you seen the bottle of wine?”

You flinch, take off your headphones, and look at him with complete indifference.

"Wine? No. I clean up here."- you reply with a shrug. - "Why don't you ask one of the staff?”

Dilyuk frowns. He hadn't expected such a reaction. He even feels a little hurt.

"Thank you," he says dryly, and leaves, looking for Keya.

The next day, Dilyuk sees you at the stadium again. You're having lunch alone, reading a book. Curiosity gets the better of you, and he approaches you.

“You're not a fan?"- he asks, trying not to sound too haughty.

You look up from your book and shrug.

“I listen to other music, " you say.

Dilyuk is surprised. It's ... refreshing. He decides to sit down next to me.

“What are you reading?”