What makes a person special?-

Our performance was over after the third song we played and it was epic! I mean, the whole crowd, they just sing along or just chill with their drinks while listening to our performance!

I am so happy! The smile on my face never falters as I walk towards our booth with my two sisters with wide smiles on their faces, Zack was sitting beside Astrid, clapping his hands.

"Bravo!" Zack greeted. "Happy Birthday little girl!"

"Hahaha. Thank you!" I replied.

"You were amazing sis! Wow." Astrid said, shaking her head slightly.

"Yeah, yeah! Just so you know Ingrid, you and your band slayed it!" Tori jumped from her seat to wrap me in a hug. "And now... For the best part of the night, drink time! Woooh!"

"Oh my gosh, am I really drinking a liqour right now?" I shrugged playfully.

"You can try to but, If you don't want it, you can always have something else." Astrid stated.

"By the way, your bandmates will be joining us soon enough after putting those fancy instruments in the backstage." Zack spoke. "... For now, you could have some drink- anything you want birthday girl."

"Do I need to- I need to pay right?" I do really sound like an idiot, I hate it!

"What? No, no! Not in my club, darling." Zack and Astrid laughed.

"Just enjoy the night Ingrid. Happy Birthday!" Astrid smiled.

"Oh-kay?" I frowned a little. This is so intense. There's a lot of people here and-and lights. I finally noticed that there's the DJ from the stage with his music stuffs, ready to drop some beats.

I just walk and walk like a real idiot, trying to find my way into the counter where I'm supposed to 'get drinks' and then stopped for an instant when my eyes landed on one guy, right in the corner of the counter- shit, there he is.

He was sitting there- and I was standing here, in the middle of the crowd, oh my gosh, it's so embarrassing.

Should I continue walking to get a drink? Fuck, I don't need a drink!

Should I turn around and walk away?

Why do I act like this? I mean, it's no big deal so, yeah, I'll go for it.

I started walking towards the counter, stroking a hair behind my ear, swallowing thickly as I tried to calm myself.

I reached the counter safe, pursing my lower lip, I tried to figure out what drink should I order.

"I guess, I'll have..."

"...French fries and nuggets." A low chuckle of a guy startled me as he cut my words, sitting on the stool while flashing a toothy grin at me.

I was literally shooked for a moment. My gaze moved towards the guy, he have a short brown hair with his narrowed eyes, he looks like asian and his smile is kind a cute but, I bet he's older than me to have guts just to flirt with me.

He's probably flirting at me, I'm not like 'assuming' or something but, that kind of smile means something.

My eyebrows furrowed, and the awkwardness I feel inside is rushing through my veins like what the fuck, how could guys stare at a girl for one minute straight with an overflowing confident, it's so unrealistic.

He laughed and his voice is so manly that it sounds like a growl— that creeps me out.

"I'm just kidding!" He laughed again. Is it rude not to laugh while flashing my 'What on earth is he talking about?' face. "Uh... C-Can I...? Can I get you a drink?"

Okay. There it is. He stuttered, that means he's nervous. Good.

"No. I want french fries and nuggets and a smoothie." I smiled.

"Oh-hoh!" He laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. "Okay, I'll drive."

All of the emotions in my face fell and my shoulder flinched a little. "What?"
"I'll drive." The stranger smiled and his eyes became so flat.

Shit— ooh, I've been swearing to much and he really thought that I was playing with his moves. This is bad, I need an escape plan!

Where the heck is my sisters?

"I guess, come on? I didn't expect that you're such a cute person, right?"

What? I didn't understand that statement.

I sighed.

"That's a joke, mister." I shrugged.

"Oh?" His eyes widened. "Ofcourse that's a..." He laughed "...that's a joke!"

Oh. My. Goodness! This is so awkward. But maybe, he'll go away soon.

"So, you're good at singing?" He adjusted his posture, brushing his hair with his fingers.

Seriously? He's so friggin desperate on talking to me. I feel so sorry to him, I just want to have a drink. I don't want to be savage on not talking to him but, I guess, as a person and especially for a girl like me, the impact of this situation is so peculiar.

"Yeah, if you put it like that." I smiled slightly— and it's so awkward.

My eyes moved to the stranger to finally asked his name but a thing just catches my attention- the stranger on the train is gone.

I was silent for a moment. I hear the stranger beside me keeps talking about something but my spirit is now searching for the stranger in the train station, he's nowhere to be seen.

Wait, why am I looking for him? He's just a stranger.

"Hello Ingrid, nice to see you here." A deep voice from my back made me flinch, it's a deep and raspy voice of a man.

It's the same voice who said sorry for bumping into me in the train station.

I turn my head slowly to look at him with a crooked smile, and there he is smiling at me that made me furrow an eyebrow.

"Uh? Excuse me? Do you know this guy?" The stranger— oh great, I'm with both two strangers, I guess I'll call him, the French fries & nuggets guy— the french fries and nuggets guy mumbled with his eyes widened.

"Yeah. Actually, she knows who I am sir, we..." Our eyes met, trying to contact each other for an alibi "...we've been to the same university at college- days, yeah." He nod.

"Yeah, s-sir. So, uh, if you don't mind, can you give us a privacy? I mean, it's been a long time." I smiled, trying hard not to laugh.

"Oh, sure. Yeah, you go. Yup." The french fries & nuggets guy stood, shrugging as he walk away.

I almost burst into laughter but, it came out as a snort.

"Pheew! Wow, that was so intense." I shook my head. "Thank you, you saved my ass there."

"Well, I saw the look in your face from my location, yelling 'help' so, I've decided to save your ass." He laughed.

Wow, this guy is so freaking attractive like- damn, he's so unhumanly gorgeous with those light brown eyes, perfectly pointed nose, flat dry lips and his shoulder length, brown and curly hair with his semi-shaved beard. The outfit too, a black plain shirt that hugged his torso and a skinny jeans really made his features a jaw-dropping looks— oh no, I've been describing him and I guess that's dangerous.

"Uh yeah? T-Thank you." I stuttered.

No, no, no! I can feel it, how my cheeks turns into red.

"Harry- Harry Fordé." He smiled as he stretch his arm for a handshake.

"Ingrid Hansen, nice to meet you." I smiled awkwardly as we shake hands.

"Well, it's so nice to finally talk to the stranger from the train station and I was... uh, kind of weird back then."

"Oh, yeah? I guess so, but I think you're okay now, yeah?" I chuckled.

"Yeah I am. By the way, I like the accent of yours, it's cute."

"Oh, I grew up in Norway. It's Norwegian accent." I said.

"Oh? Wow, beautiful place." He smiled.

"Yeah! It is, it is—! Oh sorry, I didn't mean to yell." I shrugged, wearing a smile and not awkward or shy anymore. I feel comfortable now, I guess.

"It's okay." He smiled again. "Oh, by the way. If you don't mind, I would like to buy you a drink."

"Oh?"

"If that's okay." He said sheepishly.

"I don't actually drink these kind of liquids."

"Oh?"

"But, I don't have a choice so, maybe a mix would suffice but..."

"But what?" He chuckled.

"I will buy myself a drink." I winked at him and he bursted into laughter as we both laugh and now, I started to wonder what's funny about it but, I just kept laughing.

Suddenly, we stopped when our eyes met each other and then I felt it.

My mom once told me that, if you look into someone's eyes, you will see the truth that lies beyond that person's real emotion or how special is that person for you and she said, once you see what you need to see, you must do something. It was proven and I believe it was real for I was doing it ever since I was eight. It's kind a weird, like I do have a superpowers or some special abilities.

He was smiling but, he is sad and broken. He was laughing but he's crying from the inside. The pain I felt when I stare into his eyes was the pain of struggling- struggling to feel okay even though he's not.

"You're sad, aren't you?" I did not expect those words will come out from my lips. Stroking my hair behind my ear, I waited for his response.