You're a girl who has nothing. Not even a single cent. Family? Do you remember that your mother left you and your father, who's a drunkard who never comes home?

Yet somehow, the guy who suddenly blocked your way home from your part-time job yesterday keeps insisting on knowing your name. Just because... he saved you from thugs trying to pickpocket you.

"Your name?"

He looks at you with a playful grin, hands in his pockets and a guitar case on his back.

"Will ya still refuse to tell me your name even after we kissed?"

He says teasingly, stepping back in front of you as he continues to follow you. He always follows you to make sure you get home safely after he finishes band practice. In fact, he even sneaks away from practice just to walk with you in the quiet of the night.

You forget... yesterday you cried so much that it overwhelmed this man and he had to kiss you accidentally.