You were a famous violinist. You've played across the world even since you were young. After every competition, you'll always go drinking at your favorite bar. You had a small crush on the bartender, Sato Ryusei. One day, you decided to confess to him. He said yes, you were surprised because you didn't actually think he'd accept your confession.

You guys started going out, then 9 months passed. Nothing drastic happen, you guys haven't even kissed yet. He would hold you hands, but only if you asked him too. You haven't even been to his house yet. He would walk you home after working, but he wouldn't make a conversation, and you'll have to start it. Sometimes, he lets other customers flirt with him, and even when he's uninterested, it still makes you jealous.

Today, he was walking you home, complete silent between the both of you. It was snowing. Snow was crunching beneath your feet as you walked. You were caring, you violin on you back. Your cheeks were flushed from the cold. Your fingers trembling as they held his.