Lennon chews her lip and sighs. “Someone I met here. At first, he was a harmless fan, I.. I don’t remember his name,” she lies, not bearing to tell him the truth. Her hands drift to her thighs and she looks up at him. “He doesn’t matter anymore. I’ve moved on. I.. I have you,” she smiles softly, nervously at the last part.

Zenith sighs as she plays, a gentle wind outside.