The Prodigy Boy Is Actually A 25 Old Girl!?

The café located in a small town in the Netherlands was getting busier by the day because of its friendly service and delightful cello playing.

Today was no different from the previous days, and the female boss was satisfied with her achievements.

"Claire, I'm going to rest for a while in my room. Let me know if something's coming up."

"Okay, boss."

Kaylee walked inside where her workroom was to get a power nap. Before lying down on her long comfy couch, she decided to apply some balm on her left wrist.

Lately, she's been feeling a bit sore whenever she plays the cello. Was it because she forced herself to play the cello for hours without rest?

Kaylee rubbed the balm on her wrists while massaging her wrist lightly.

At the same time, a man entered the cafe, but the purpose of his arrival was not to drink coffee or buy snacks from here.

He specially came to look for someone.

The man immediately asked Claire, who was in charge of welcoming guests and serving guest orders.

"Excuse me," said the man using a common language. "I heard someone plays the cello every weekend."

"It is true." fortunately, Claire can also understand and speak fluent the common language making the man breathe a sigh of relief.

"Can I meet her?"

"Sorry. But she will only perform at five in the evening."

"Isn't she here yet?"

Claire turned to Logan with a questioning look, and as if they could communicate with each other through eye contact, Claire found the answer.

"Sorry. But you can come back later at five o'clock, or you can wait here while enjoying our beverage. We have the best Brazilian coffee beans, and our baristas can brew the best coffee."

The man seemed to sigh with disappointment and decided to wait there while enjoying coffee in this place.

After all, it was four in the evening, and he only needed to wait another hour to meet the cellist in this place.

So he decided to walk inside and take a seat in one of the empty seats before ordering a black coffee.

The man noticed the waitress named Claire was speaking the local language to one of her employees. It seemed like they were talking about him because every now and then, their eyes would stare at him.

He didn't know what they were talking about, nor did he care. The man observed this room as if he was appraising this building like an inspector.

"Hey, who is that handsome guy? He's like a tourist."

"He's a tourist, and he's looking for our cellist."

Basten Koes, a waiter, and cashier heaved a heavy sigh hearing this. "How many people are looking for our boss?"

"Precisely. I already lost count for it."

"Many are looking for her, but the girl in question has no interested in meeting them," added Logan while brewing the coffee ordered by a new visitor.

Logan's words were followed by nods of approval from the others, while Logan seemed unconcerned about the person looking for Kaylee.

"Here. Give him the coffee he ordered. I'll let Kaylee know about him."

Logan walked inside to warn the girl about the person looking for her. He was about to call out to her as soon as he entered the room, but when he saw Kaylee sleeping on the sofa, he swallowed back his voice.

The barista walked over and crouched down to see the sleeping princess' face. His hands were itching to grab the tufts of hair that covered part of her face, but he held himself back.

Logan didn't want to disturb her sleep, and only like now could he enjoy the girl's beautiful face to his heart's content.

Kaylee stirred in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes as if her body were an automatic alarm. She was a bit surprised when she saw Logan so close to her.

"Logan? Why are you here?"

Logan smiled a little, then stood up without breaking his smile.

"Someone came looking for you. It looks like he's a scout because he asked for the cellist here."

"Again?" Kaylee rubbed her eyes with a big yawn as she got up from her lying position.

"You didn't sleep last night? Why do you look so tired?"

"I am fine."

"Kaylee, what exactly happened? You've become quieter since hearing Kaylee Zouch's engagement."

"…" Kaylee couldn't answer it and got up to stretch her muscles. "Just your feeling. I'm a quiet person."

"Kaylee…"

"Is the person looking for me still out there?"

"..." Logan sighed in resignation because he was used to Kaylee constantly changing the subject if she wanted to avoid something. "Yes. I guess he won't be home until he meets you."

"It's not like he won't come again."

"He's a tourist."

Kaylee's brows knit together hearing this. "A tourist? How can a stranger find me?"

"Beats me. Maybe it's because cellists in a cafe are rare, so someone spread them outside."

"I've given the prohibition not to take my photo. Why are there still violations?"

"Don't you know? A prohibition exists only to be broken." teased Logan invites a frown to fill Kaylee's face. "I'm just kidding. We can't control people, Kaylee. If someone is taking your photo secretly, we can't do anything about it."

"Then I better not show up for today."

"Why? What are you afraid of? Besides, you promised the kids to play their favorite song tonight."

"Oh, right. I almost forgot. What time will they come?"

"About eight o'clock."

"There is still time. I'll go home first, and then I'll be back at seven."

"What?"

"I'll leave the rest to you." Kaylee patted Logan on the shoulder once, then walked over to get a coat and hat. After that, she put on sunglasses to cover her face.

After making sure that no one would recognize her as a cellist in this cafe, Kaylee walked out without hesitation.

The employees at this place were familiar with her habits. If she puts on a hat and sunglasses and walks towards the exit, it means they have to act like they don't know her.

That's why Kaylee didn't greet Claire or Basten. Instead, the two of them escorted Kaylee as if she was a visitor like any other.

Unfortunately, Kaylee did not expect that the tourist who was looking for her recognized her figure.

"Kaylee,"

Kaylee came to a halt when she heard her name. How can a stranger find out her name? Curious as to who called her, Kaylee spun around. As if she had been hit by a train, Kaylee felt her whole body tremble with shock.