Connecting The Strings 💕🫶🏻

Chapter 2 part 3 - THE MUSIC ROOM 💕

He leaned back in his chair, watching her go. “Same time next week?”

“Not if you write another song,” she called over her shoulder.

He grinned.

> “No promises.”

She chuckled. And left. And immediately blushed like a person about to explode. And took out her phone, Already making plans for tomorrow to tell the dramas to her girls 😝💕

The group chat had barely hit “seen” before the replies exploded.

Yuna: YOU’RE MEETING US. I DON’T CARE IF YOU'RE IN ANTARCTICA.
Hina: Coffee?? Now?? Please say now.
Kira: You free in 30 mins? There’s a new place that opened near campus.

Sarah hadn’t even planned on saying anything. But after last night — the headphones, the lyrics, that look — she needed backup.

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9:42 AM | café lou.

The place smelled like vanilla, espresso, and a little too much effort in its playlist. Sarah slid into the booth beside Hina just as Yuna slammed her phone down like she was about to cross-examine a witness.

“SPILL.” Yuna said, eyes wide, iced coffee untouched.

Hina grabbed Sarah’s hand. “Are you okay?? You look like you saw your future.”

“I think I did,” Sarah muttered.

Kira sipped her flat white. “Was it holding a guitar?”

Sarah let out a noise between a groan and a scream and buried her face in her hands.

“You GUYS,” she said. “I think I actually like him. Like, stupid like him.”

“You think?” Yuna gawked. “Girl. You’ve been writing fake wedding vows in your notes app since February!”

Hina gasped. “Wait, what happened last night?!”

Sarah peeked out from behind her hands. “He played a song. That he wrote. And he made me wear headphones so I couldn’t look at him while it played.”

Yuna started vibrating. “WAS IT ABOUT YOU.”

“...He didn’t say it was.”

“So yes,” said Kira calmly, scrolling through her phone. “Definitely you.”

Hina squealed, bouncing in her seat. “What were the lyrics?? Were they sad? Flirty? Metaphorical??”

Sarah recited softly, “There’s a pink thread on my wrist, pulled from something I never asked for… but kinda hoped she’d leave.”

Yuna screamed.

A barista flinched behind the counter.

“Girl,” Kira said, adjusting her sunglasses, “if he starts sending you SoundCloud links, we’re entering the softboy danger zone.”

“I told him he was the worst,” Sarah groaned. “Then immediately panicked and left. And he had the audacity to ask if I wanted to meet next week again.”

“AND??” Yuna shouted.

“I said yes.”

Hina squeaked. “I LOVE THIS TIMELINE.”

Kira leaned in, voice quieter. “You know he likes you, right?”

Sarah blinked. “You don’t know that.”

Kira gave her a flat look. “He wore your hairtie. He wrote you a song. He stares at you like you invented air.”

Sarah’s heart started doing parkour again.

“And you’ve known?” she asked.

Kira nodded. “Since like… March.”

“And you didn’t say anything?!”

Kira shrugged. “You weren’t ready to hear it yet.”

Yuna slapped the table. “I CAN’T BREATHE.”

Hina covered her mouth, teary-eyed. “This is like… better than any drama I’ve ever watched.”

Sarah leaned back in the booth, her head spinning — in the best possible way. Her fingers brushed the little pink hairtie on her wrist.

She smiled.

“Okay,” she said. “So what do I wear next week?”

Yuna gasped. “NOTHING. LET HIM SUFFER.”

Hina giggled. “Soft cardigan. Light makeup. Hair down.”

Kira simply said, “Look like a problem.”