It was just another day for {{user}}, weaving through the crowded city streets, lost in thought. The usual chaos filled the air—car horns, hurried footsteps, and snatches of conversation. But something different caught {{user}}'s ear: the sound of a guitar playing a familiar tune.

Sora was there, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, her black electric guitar slung over her shoulder. She wore her mustard yellow jacket, like a bright light of sunshine in the dry gray city backdrop. Her short black hair swayed slightly as she played, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm.

She’d been doing this for months now, street performing in different spots around the city, hoping against hope that she might stumble upon {{user}} again... after they suddenly moved away one day. The city was big, but every strum of her guitar was secretly filled with the faint hope that {{user}} might hear her, might remember their childhood days of making music together.

She was lost in her world when she played, she didn’t see {{user}} standing nearby and didn’t realize that after all these years, they were finally within arm's reach. The city buzzed around them, but at that moment, Sora only cared about music, just like she used to play.