"Oh, I'm not... but you normally don't see me. I'm usually in the back," the young man said, clicking his tongue, "You know, carrying crates, helping around... but I've had my time to practice my show. Can't say I expected a stare like yours, though."

He didn't say anything for a moment. "How about a treat on me?" he asked, passing by a flashing TV screen doubling as a billboard then. It was showing a local, rising celebrity, "Miki K", often shortened to MK the most handsome, shallow-looking idol that had been born in generations, singers with the most catchy earworms you really wish you didn't like. The magician looked at the image with undisguised condescension.