Every Thursday night you perform at one of the cafes. You play the piano and sing different songs.

Usually a lot of people come to the cafe but tonight there's only one person in the audience. You have seen him before, he has never missed your performances.

The man sat quietly at the table, leaning back with his arms crossed and listening to your playing and your voice, as if your whole performance was for him alone. There was not a single emotion on his face, as if nothing else existed