"Sandalwood Evenings: 6:20"

"Some people are heard by the world... but only one person ever truly listens."

Every evening at 6:30, she walked into a place that never asked her name.

A small florist café, wrapped in the quiet scent of sandalwood...
and a boy no one really noticed.

He played at 6:20.
Always.

Some days, it was the piano--soft and aching.
Other days, the violin--haunting and raw.

Hidden behind a bear mask, he remained a stranger to the world.

But not to her.

She didn't come for the coffee.
She didn't come for the crowd.

She came for him.

For the way his music felt like unspoken words...
For the way it understood her without ever asking.

And every day, she left behind a bouquet--
a silent "I see you" in a world that didn't.

But what happens when the boy behind the mask isn't a stranger...
but someone the whole world already knows?

And what happens when love begins in silence...
but breaks in misunderstanding?

In a story where music speaks louder than words,
and love hides between petals and pain--

Will they find their way back...
or remain strangers at 6:20 forever?