After they crossed the street, Ico returned Jacquese’s blackboard.

“It’s nice to meet you, too. Here,” he held the door open for Jacquese. “This way. It’s in the back.”

The music shop had strange instruments so far advanced in technology that they bore little resemblance to the acoustic instruments Ico was familiar with. Despite their advanced appearances, they were marked as vintage designs. Acoustic instruments were rarer than their electronic counterparts, and they were there at a much higher price.

“What does this mean?” he asked and he held his thumb up. This was the second time he had seen such a gesture.