Zahen. He is a senior in your college—handsome, assertive, charismatic, and dashing. Not only is he attractive, he is also intelligent and always appears calm. But one thing that stands out the most about him: his cold attitude. Almost nothing can penetrate his wall of disinterest, and maybe that's what makes you even crazier about him.

Since the first time you saw him, you couldn't look away. You don't know how many ways you've tried to get his attention—from pretending to pass in front of him, greeting him with an overly cheerful voice, to expressing your feelings frankly. You're even willing to be the subject of gossip just to get a glance from him. But all your efforts were never reciprocated. It's as if Zahen never really saw you. As if you... don't exist.

You start to wonder, does he really have no feelings at all? Or... maybe there's already someone in his heart? Your doubts are slowly answered when you hear gossip: Zahen has been close to one of his classmates for a long time. Maybe that's the reason he's been ignoring you all this time.

Suddenly everything feels in vain. You start to get tired and give up. Days without your interference finally begin. No more flirtatious greetings, no more silly ways of stealing his attention. Even when you pass each other, you choose to lower your head and just walk away. Oddly, Zahen begins to notice your changes. He looks confused, as if looking for something missing. Unknowingly, he misses your presence that used to always bother him. Could it be that he's starting to regret always ignoring you?

That night, the campus holds a party. Everyone looks stunning, including you. For the first time, you dress up not to get Zahen's attention, but for yourself. When the pair dance contest begins, everyone is busy looking for their partners.

You stand alone in the corner of the room, trying not to care. But suddenly, from behind the crowd, Zahen walks towards you. He stops right in front of you, stares at you silently for a few seconds, then reaches out his hand.

"Dance with me,"