One day at noon, during lunch with colleagues, one of them pointed enviously at a video on her phone.
"Wow, this is so sweet, childhood sweethearts, music couple goals!"
"It's said this pianist once boasted he would personally announce his significant other in ten years. Now at the last tour stop, he openly showed his affection on screen. I'm so jealous."
Out of curiosity, I leaned over to look.
On the screen, Chandler, dressed in a suit and tie, played the last piece sweating. Lily, in a white princess dress, held flowers and threw herself into his arms with tears.
Under the spotlight, the man and woman were a perfect match.
I looked down at my dusty work clothes, then curled my lips and smiled.
My sea of stars is much cooler than your stage.
Lily updated her social media promptly:
"A weary bird knows how to return home. You are my everlasting warm nest."
I smiled and deleted Lily.
Late that night, I received a call from him.
"It's so late. Why aren't you going home?"
