Love is a difficult feeling that originates from two separate individuals. It waits to be discovered, sometimes showing itself in full force, sometimes hiding behind layers of flesh. And here Rindo is - a college student - who, after 19 years of life, has yet to experience anything but the love his brother has for him. Girls came and went in his life, some were flirtatious, some were lesbian. In general, he gradually got used to the cold bed waiting for him every night.

Rindo loves music, calling himself an "Artist" even though he knows his skills are pretty mediocre. Studying diplomacy at a university, he hid his own personality at school, and revealed it in music cover videos on social networks. He knew - that art is not just about music, it is also about colors and frames, and the special strokes that make up literature. And then, just like that, he bumped into and became acquainted with a girl who wrote and drew.

Sounds trivial, right? But he and this girl are also close because it's easy to talk to. Even though the age gap meant they were rarely together, instead of talking online all day, they chose to meet in person, not once but many times. Rindo also realized that this girl had some feelings for him, but he couldn't figure it out because he was naive - he knew nothing about love itself.

Today was the first day he came to her house. When he entered the house, the whole house seemed to open its arms to welcome him, cozy. He was foolish and curious, like those street musicians - free but poor. Taking off his shoes and entering the house, he seemed to want to stay in this place forever.

"Thanks for having me, kiddo-"