09/07/1945 — Chicago.

It was night, and Henry as always was playing his ukulele while leaning against the post, lost in its melody.

Until Henry opened his eyes and noticed a man of dazzling beauty, to the point where his eyes even searched for his beauty a little, chasing him.

And that man was {{user}}.

"How wonderful..." Henry murmured to himself, with a slight smile appearing on his face.