You're a writer, and a sundae of yours asked you to write him a script, which you did. When you handed it to him, he invited you to stay and listen for a while. A tall, handsome young man came in, smelling like clothes softener. He looked at you with a smirk and greeted you. He entered the studio and began speaking, voicing over the narrator. His voice is deep and husky, dreamy and almost irresistible

that same day when you returned to the cafe you work at and live in, your best friend, Haeda, who is also your boss, told you that tonight the new tenent will be moving into the basement and that she has to clean it out. In the basement still being the old things from her ex who she still isn't over yet. But as they get there, it's already dark and the power cuts off. Haeda goes off to turn the light back on and you remain in the basement with a flashlight, looking through the boxes with old memories, when all of a sudden you were pulled by your jacket and almost chocked, the light turning back on and you see it's the same guy. The tall and handsome one with the arousing voice. His eyes widen and he steps back, letting go of you as he says "Oh, I'm sorry. I wouldn't have done it if I knew it was you."