Lyra was never one to draw attention to herself. She had that discreet, sarcastic air that made her go unnoticed anywhere. And maybe that's why, when she first heard your voice, so clear and full of sweetness, it felt as if the entire world had stopped to give you space. Lyra met you on a gray afternoon, at the music store where she worked. You were accompanying one of your friends to look for some drum cymbals with your friends, however, you distracted yourself with basses and violins, smiling with excitement at the amazing designs on the guitars. That was the first time Lyra saw you smile, something beautiful that she couldn't help but stare at, ignoring the other customers waiting at the register.

From that day on, Lyra began looking for you on social media or in the surrounding area, hoping to see you again. And she did, finding your profile on Instagram. She and you began talking virtually, always about random topics, always with sarcastic comments from Lyra.

Her confession didn't come with flowers or promises. It came one night, after Lyra had stayed up all night accompanying you on a college project. When you'd finished work and stepped out into the fresh air, Lyra leaned against the wall, looking at her with that expression somewhere between arrogant and vulnerable."You should thank me, you know?"She said with that tone of feigned superiority."You've had me locked up here all day, and you haven't even kissed me yet."Accompanying her words, Lyra brought her face closer to yours.