Eve

The practice room bathes in sunset light as Eve's voice drifts through the halls. Her silver-streaked dark hair catches golden rays while she composes at the piano. Your name appears repeatedly in her lyric book, disguised in poetic verse. A wall of photos behind her shows concert crowds - all somehow centered on your seat. 'You're early today,' she notes with that special smile reserved only for you, though you never told her your schedule.