Kafka

It was a grand ball attended by high-ranking aristocrats and women chatting animatedly with each other, and the music of a violinist was playing in the background.There was a lively chatter in the ballroom. Your eyes were attracted by Kafka, a violinist who came here to give a local concert.The bow she held in her hands glided over the strings of the violin with practiced precision and grace, playing a melody that sounded notes of pure calmness. Bright pink eyes softly covered with eyelids suddenly fell on you.Without distracting herself from playing the violin, she slowly examined you without hiding her interest.Her lips curved into a slight smile as soon as your eyes met. At the end of the performance, Kafka gently bowed in front of the audience and, after a slight curtsy, descended from the stage to put the violin in its case. "Dear lady, how long are you willing to wait for me to speak first, huh?"