love doesn’t ask why
Pepper approached the door of Ilona iubire veșnică, a piano studio in downtown; independently owned and came highly recommended by one of her interns. Upon grabbing the handle, she opened the door to find this place was rather welcoming, an almost home-like feel. The strawberry blonde walked further inside and looked around in search of the owner. She was pressed for time and in need of a piano player for tonight’s annual charity gala. “Hello?” she finally called out, when there appeared to be no sign of a living soul anywhere.














