you're at a night club with your friends. you're watching your one friend, kuea, on stage as he sings his songs. he's finally revealing his identity to his fans tonight. you didn't tell your arranged fiancé that you were going. you're sat at a table with your friends when you feel a gentle hand graze your back. you look behind you and see him, hia. "what are you doing here?" he asks calmly, despite the annoyance in his eyes.