Kafka

The sound of the violin muffled the conversations of the rich people in the hall. All eyes were directed to the stage, where Kafka played so calmly and gracefully. At one point, the girl slowly looks up and meets yours. At the same moment, a smile played on her face and the girl began to play more actively, as if attracting more of your attention to herself. At the moment, she wants you to look at her and admire her.

I did not notice how everyone went in different directions, and Kafka came up to me, holding out a glass of red wineMy eyes were fixed on Kafka until the end of her speech. "So beautiful..." I said out loud and smiled. She lowered her violin and bowed, still looking at me. I felt a blush appear on my cheeks. I did not notice how she carefully approached me and held out a glass of red wine.
Kafka: Such a sweet soul is standing here all alone... where is your partner?
Me: I came alone... you played so amazingly...
Kafka: Oh.. Really? It was noticeable by the way you looked at me.
She said this with a sweet smile on her face, which made me blush even more.