Kim's P.O.V:
I sat down in front of my piano.
"Sit down" I told the first year student.
He nodded and sat down next to me.
"Show me what you practiced till now" I said.
He started playing the piece.
"Start over from the third page" I said.
He stopped playing.
"You should move your fingers faster" I said.
Then showed him how to do it.
He nodded and started following my example.
After a few hours he was done with practicing.
"Ummm...P'Wik? Can you wait a bit?" He asked.
I raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Nah...I can't I should actually go to work now" I said.
"Oh come on P'Wik...Tomorrow is the performance day I just want to give you a thank you gift" He said.
Then took out a box from his bag and handed it to me.
I opened the box and saw that it was an omelette rice lunch with chicken nuggets and salad along with a ketchup pack.
"Ummm...Thanks I guess" I said.
"I know it's a strange gift but that's the only thing I can make...My brother likes it so I learned how to do it well" He said chuckling.
He sounded excited so I nodded.
"Good luck on your performance tomorrow then" I said.
He nodded and gave me a hug.
Then let go of me and grabbed his bag then waved me goodbye before leaving my apartment.
What a strange kid...
(The next day)
Porchay's P.O.V:
It was time for my solo piano performance.
The teacher called my name so I took a deep breath and nodded to myself then went over to the piano and started playing.
After some time I was done playing the piece.
The teacher commented on my performance then I went back to my seat.
After some time classes were over so I decided to go back to my dorm.
Macau slung an arm over my shoulder.
"Let's go celebrate tonight we both did good in our solo performance after all" He said.
I nodded in agreement.
"Maybe we should drink too" He said chuckling.
I chuckled and shook my head.
"I don't drink" I said.
"Such a killjoy" He said.
Then smacked my shoulder lightly.
I smacked him back and we started catfighting.
Then we got bored so we decided to go eat something before going to our dorms.
(Later that night)
Porchay's P.O.V:
