That Song We Wrote

First Meeting

I ran across this phrase in the internet.

Koi No Yokan (Japanese): The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love.

I scoffed at the idea.

Absurd.

Stupid.

Or so I thought.

He is definitely not the typical cool, friendly and sociable person in town. He doesn't talk much and when he does, nothing good comes out of it. He hangs out with few people, often he's by himself carrying that big black bag which had me intrigued as to what it contains. But it's not like I stare and stalk him all day. Like, who would? He's the usual, ordinary, boring kind of guy you'd probably bumped once on the street, or maybe a regular costumer on that coffee shop you're currently crazy about.

Again, or so I thought.

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'Shane!' I turned around and saw Key running after me. 'Wait up!'

'Good morning, Key. What is it? So rare to see you running this late.'

'I overslept. I tried to finish all these things last night, ended up sleeping at 3 in the morning.' She answered as she pointed out a lot of papers she's carrying.

'Let me help you carry that.' Key, by the way, is a friend I met here at the university. She's in her last year, taking Industrial Economics. We met during the school fair when I ended up eating all her share of takoyaki on a small game because they didn't know she's allergic to squid.

'Ah! There he is again.' I turned to look at the person he's referring to.

That was the first time I saw him. Tall frame, slouched back, jet black hair, chiseled jawline, pale skin, slit-like eyes. 'Again?'

'Han. He's half-Japanese, or so they say. Engineering major, 4th year, I think. He doesn't talk much so people don't talk to him that much either."

'You said, 'again', you know that guy?' The one they call Han is sitting casually on one of the benches, concentrating on his notebook probably solving some mathematical homework of his.

'Not really. We're classmates on one minor subject. And I never had the chance to talk to him. He stands out even though he doesn't talk much.'

'Stoic,' I answered. He's just that type of a person, I think. 'And yeah, I think I can see what you're saying.' Everyone would give him a second glance whenever they pass in front of him. And he doesn't seem to notice it, or maybe he just don't care. Stoic, indeed.

'Anyway, any plans for tonight?' Key asked.

'Nothing important. Why?' We continued our walk towards the main building, with the thought of that guy long forgotten.

'I just bought this mini oven, thinking we should try it out. You can bring your Kana if you want. I won't mind.' Kana's my Labrador puppy.

'Alright.' That song I'm writing can wait.

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New semester means new classes, new people to deal with and of course new ideas on how to get through the five months without being noticed. So I went to my class a little bit early so I can choose a seat I prefer, away from talkative wannabes and annoying chatterboxes.

I went through my schedule on what I will have this morning. MUST 1220: Introduction to Music Technology. Awesome. So today's the first class of the Music Industry Elective I chose.