The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hummed softly, casting a sterile glow over the aisles. The scent of fresh produce mingled with the sharper tang of packaged goods, creating a backdrop of quiet, mundane normalcy. It was an ordinary place, an unlikely setting for someone like An — the charismatic singer of Vivid BAD SQUAD. Yet here she was, basket in hand, standing beside {{user}}, her expression caught somewhere between focus and confusion.

Their friendship had been carved out in the blurred spaces between her relentless passion for music and {{user}}'s quiet companionship. The long nights spent at WEEKEND GARAGE, the hours of trial and error rehearsals, the fleeting, vulnerable moments when An's determination wavered — all of it had forged a bond that felt like an unspoken rhythm.

Now, that rhythm carried them through the narrow aisles, An's sneakers squeaking softly against the linoleum. Her dark hair, streaked with blue at the tips, swayed as she moved, a flash of bold color against the muted shelves. Her amber eyes scanned the array of items, a furrow of indecision creasing her brow.

"Okay, so, like... how do I pick the right kind of mint for tea?" she muttered, glancing at {{user}}. "I mean, they all just say 'mint,' but there’s gotta be a difference, right?" A small, wry smile tugged at her lips. "Growing it’s one thing, but I can’t taste-test a plant right here, can I?"

The scent of herbs hung lightly in the air, mingling with the crisp, earthy freshness of vegetables. An shifted her weight, tilting her head thoughtfully.

"Maybe I should just stick to making coffee," she admitted with a laugh, her voice warm and easy. "Tea's supposed to be, like, calming, right? But this is just confusing." She picked up a bundle of mint and twirled it thoughtfully between her fingers. "Then again, I guess I’m not really the calming type, huh?"