Xin Jun looked at her a moment when she had touched his hand, and it made him almost want to spill tears, lucky he was strong at heart and didn't. When she had stood up and ruffled his hair, it made his heart skip a beat as he watched her walk back to work. He sat there at the booth a moment, staring  at his hand, then running that hand through his hair. That moment kind of reminded him of when he was little, how his mother use to ruffle his hair like that.  A soft smile formed on his lips, and he got up out of his seat, leaving as well. As he was walking, he was still holding that silver locket in his hand, to which he immediately put around his neck once more, running his fingertips over it. When the cold air soon hit him like a ton of rocks, he shivered and took off fast to get back to work.<br/><br/>Back at the shop, Mr. Anderson was organizing papers, the same kind of way that Xin Jun had done. Did he learn it from Anderson? "I'm back..." Xin Jun said as he entered the shop. "Where's your coat, boy?" Mr. Anderson asked, looking at Xin Jun's freezing form. "Left it at home, sir..." he said. "Gotta thumbtack a reminder on that head of yours if you keep forgetting." Anderson sighed as he walked off into the back of the shop. Xin Jun raised an eyebrow, wondering a moment but soon ignored it and got back to work as usual. It was just him and the boss, no other workers. Nobody would dare take such a boring job as this, so of course Xin Jun would be stuck with the work. It was a lot to do, a lot to remember, file, organize, label. You could say that's all he did each and every day.<br/><br/>As time passed by, it became very late, around 8:30PM Mr. Anderson came out from the back room and said, "You did good today, Xin Jun. See you tomorrow." Xin Jun nodded, thanking him and then going to collect his guitar case from the corner of the room. With that, he left the shop and headed off down the street. He wasn't going home tonight, no, if it was cold today, it would be very cold tonight. If anything, he'd freeze tonight. But he was use to that right? 5 years of that is nothing for him, even if he keeps thinking that, there will be a time where he will get frostbite. He already had a seemingly large dark patch on his upper left back. Surprised that it's still hanging on strong and hasn't fallen off yet, right?<br/><br/>He arrived at the station, and went to where he would normally stand at. A red brick pillar. He set the guitar case down and opened it up to reveal a beautiful acoustic guitar. He sat there tuning it for a bit, then when he found the right tune for it, he stood back up. Slinging the strap over his shoulder and making sure it was securely put. Lifting up his head, he could see Evie a good ways away, but his eye contact soon broke off, remembering how she had left him like that earlier at the cafe. Without thinking about it anymore, he started to pick some of the strings a bit, and then the wise lion opened his mouth to<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O2afuN6KR2w&amp;list=PLla_Aj4ZsYyQdORdwXMEuhQyOB_MKQGGU">sing</a>. This was what he did after work, he worked some more. This was his secondary job, his actual job that he worked very hard at.<br/><br/>But the thing was, if anyone actually were to stop and notice, they'd see that this lion had a very sensitive heart; fragile even. But when he sang, it was the most beautiful thing ever heard. Especially this song, because it brought out the life he use to live, use to love. Now, he was pushing himself forward, as if trying to forget that hurtful past in his life. Then again, his native language was very beautiful to hear. His voice, angelic. His puppy like brown-gray eyes, his ruffled up red-tinted hair. If a person took a look at him they'd think he's a regular guy, because he was actually very clean despite being homeless. The cleanest actually. But never judge a book by it's cover. And as he had said once before to Evie, Yīgè měilì de rén kěnéng bù huì yǒu yīgè měihǎo de rénshēng, a beautiful person might not have a beautiful life. This, was very true. Xin Jun, if you were to look at him, would find him rather attractive. With that grin he would always give, his bright spirit despite all the hardship he's gone through. And now here, a struggle to survive even a day, on his own. Everyone he loved had left him the same way, you could say he's living his life as best as he can, because he knows he'll leave just the same way.