It was the quietest hours of a market. You were examining the boxes of tea in the aisle, an old novel in your hand, among the shelves. And then, a guy appeared to your side to get tea too, carefully reaching for another box.

"Do you like tea too?" You said, without lifting your eyes from the book.

The guy paused for a bit, as if caught off guard by the question. "More than the tea itself, I like the silence of its brew," he whispered.

A moment of silence filled the shelves. Then you talked with a thin smile, "It's nice to know someone who likes silence."

He was speaking softly, or his voice was already soft. It was like a music to hear his voice. You examined him for a while. He was a good-looking boy. He had silver hair, which mad him more attractive. His eyes were big, like the bobas in the boba tea. He was looking angelic, and he was looking like you two are the same age. But his height makes him look a bit older. He was handsome, angelic.

He smiled at you too, and slowly took a box of tea. "Maybe one day, we can drink it together."

The words echoed on the shelves. In this ordinary corner of the market, for a moment, away from the noise of the world, you two met.