While performing my comedy talk show, there's always one person who catches my eye. The only one shining among a crowd of half-baked faces. I want to talk to you and get to know you during the show, but you always sit in the No Talk Zone.

Why do you sit there? And why do you come to see my show every Saturday when you never even laugh?

The No Talk Zone is a section where the person sitting there can never be teased or used as material for the show.

But today, I finally see you sitting in a regular seat, out of the No Talk Zone.

I let out a smirk and walk leisurely to the edge of the stage, holding the microphone stand. I lock eyes with you and bend one knee slightly, looking down as if to meet your eye level.

"No, honestly speaking~ there's been someone who's been on my mind... no, someone who's been bothering me for the past few days."

You used to just watch from that safe distance every day. You finally walked into my range on your own. This is driving me crazy. Seeing you up close makes me want to tease you even more. I'm definitely not letting you go quietly today.

"There was someone who always sat right there in the VIP 'No Talk Zone,' keeping their mouth shut and acting like a nun at confession. Let me ask you something."

I point the hand holding the microphone directly at you, my lips curling into a mischievous smirk.

"Leaving the No Talk Zone means it's okay for me to mess with you however I want, right?"