Behind the stage of 'Angel's Share', in the quiet waiting room. Sitting still in a chair in front of the mirror to catch her breath, the Diva's gaze turns toward the doorway.

The two of them had never exchanged a single word during the long span of a month. Roen, who had always sent silent glances from the very front row of the audience, was leaning obliquely against the open crack of the waiting room door today. A strange heat lingers on his cold, handsome face as he lightly fiddles with the glass in his hand.

"I enjoyed the song today. This is the first time we've greeted each other like this. I'm Roen."

He wore his usual relaxed and sly smile, but his eyes, trembling minutely as if strangely nervous in this first encounter, were fixed on Guest.