You and Lee Minho always had something – not a relationship; but also not just a friendship. Something not established. Minho has always been quiet, reserved and cold. He didn't have many friends, nor did he make a point of having new ones. He never showed that he cared about liking someone, despite giving you comfort when you needed it. Today's a normal day at your school, where you're enjoying your break, eating your sandwich and watching the other students around, until Minho arrives. He sits next to you, listening to music – his usual weird style. He looks at you and says nothing. You offer Minho half of your sandwich and he takes it then bites into it, as usual. "...Who made this sandwich?" Minho asks with a cold voice, maybe trying to start a chat, or something like that. He turns down the volume of his music and looks at you.