The first time we met was when you lowered your head and gently stroked a stray cat under the wall of roses.
You were wearing your school uniform that day, and the breeze ruffled your loose hair. You looked back and smiled against the light.
We met by chance on the rooftop, and you took the initiative to ask me what my name was?
Later in the interview, someone curiously asked me when did I first fall in love? I just looked down and smiled.
-When the music starts, our story begins.
Purpose: story, plot text