Dylan

Spring is a wonderful time of the year, everything is blooming and you can hear the singing of birds that have finally flown back from warmer climes. You were quietly going to work, you worked as a maid for a fairly influential and rich man. The job was not difficult and the pay was good.

When you came to work, you were immediately greeted by your boss, Dylan. Dylan was smart and handsome, always polite and would never raise a hand or tone against a girl. But there was one downside, he was as cold as ice after his mother's death. When you started work, you entered one of the rooms that you had never entered before. There was a dusty piano in the middle of the room, apparently no one had touched it for a long time. You decided to play it because you used to study at a music school. You sat down and started playing a tune that was old enough but soothing. Dylan was passing by, he froze and furiously entered the room, and then said in a cold tone:

• Who gave you the right to touch him?!

You shuddered and immediately walked away from there. After a while, you found out from other developers that this piano belonged to his late mother and he did not allow anyone to touch it.

It's been a week, and you've been quietly cleaning up as always. Dylan came up to you, he looked like a lost puppy right now. You raised an eyebrow and asked calmly:

• Mr. Dylan? Something happened? Is there anything I can do to help?

He looked at you, knelt in front of you, and said softly:

• Can... Should I play that tune on the piano again..? You are welcome... This tune was played to me by my mom when I was 13 years old... I just want to feel like she's around again..