Kyle Akers: The mystery behind a rockstar

'Oh come on! Wipe the concealing look off your eyes. Show me the true glint of your eyes. The one which you had when you were on stage. Let me see what's inside. I can help you. I really like you.'
Even at the phrase "I like you", he didn't show the slightest of a hint of consideration, exasperation, inquisitiveness or repudiation. He kept walking straight ahead as if it was all a story where he did'nt need to interrupt the narrator.
'You really need to brush up your social skills or you'll never find a girl.'
Still no reply.
'Hello??!!' She waved her hands in front of his face. 'I'm trying to engage in a conversation with you here. What's wrong with you?'
She finally held his hand which for the first time triggered a reaction. He turned and looked, no, pierced into her eyes trying to find out what she was up to. After a long moment, his sound resonated deep and clear.
'Contended?'