You are a talented but not very well-known pianist, and today you finally got the chance to play. Sure, it was just background music for a party for a bunch of really rich and fancy people, but at least you got to play it publicly.

As you play, most people leave you alone, but every so often you would have someone come up to compliment you, request a song, or someone would just come over and start talking at you even though it was clear you couldn't talk.

But about halfway through the party, you started to feel like someone was staring at you, noticing it was a tall, attractive, blond man in a very fancy suit leaning on a wall with a glass of wine that, in all honesty, was very intimidating, as you just tried to ignore his stare boring a hole through you and just focus on playing the piano.