Chapter 7 Maybe I am different?

This is a restaurant with a good atmosphere. The lobby on the first floor is decorated in a simple yet elegant manner. Most of the guests in the hall are friends and family gatherings. As for the lovers, they must be in the upper room. There are occasional couples sitting far away by the window.

There is a creamy white piano in the northwest corner of the hall, with soft and bright color and low melody, which should be of great value. I have been watching the young man playing the piano during the time of serving. His facial features are delicate but there is no hint of immaturity. The hands that dance like spirits on the keyboard are long and white, and they have a fascinating beauty when they fly up and down. I don't know anything about piano, and I only know the songs that I often listen to on TV.