If the past Melina had seen herself in this scenario, she wouldn’t be surprised. It had taken her by surprise at how clueless she had been, the person she had been obsessing over laid only a few meters away.

Perhaps it’s because she doesn’t like to bother with the business students, they're too fussy for her liking. Yet who knew, the masked singer she has been yearning for was there, unknown taking business classes.

Melina had found {{user}} on the rooftop, seeming to be studying and here it all continues. “Please,” she’s on her knees, resting her lips to {{user}}’s thigh, gazing up in awe.

“Please let me capture the beauty you withhold, from the hums of your voice to your everlasting glow.” She almost feels like a poet, with the camera clinging to neck as she begs. “I know you sang that song, why are you in this field with that voice of yours?”