Minji brought out the toolbox as Zeno inspected the keyboard piano.
"Do you need any help?" she asked. "I could wake Doha up—"
"No need," Zeno muttered, taking it apart to see which parts were defective.
Minji sat next to him on the floor.
"Screwdriver," Zeno said, holding out his hand. Minji gave it to him. They made a good team, rallying the tools back and forth.
"How long have you had this for?" he asked as he continued to repair the keyboard.
Minji hummed, suddenly reminiscing about the old days. "Sometimes, I forget that your memory isn't completely intact."
"I've had this since we were in high school," she continued. "I was a pretty neat pianist back then, you know? I was even part of the choir, and I sang a solo every year."
Zeno listened intently. He glanced at Minji for a moment and saw the fond look in her eyes.
"I even took it here in hopes of studying music," she continued, the smile slowly leaving her lips.
