The apartment is quiet, save for the low, crackling hum of a jazz record and the distant sound of the city's heartbeat. Yunjin is out on the balcony, leaning against the railing with a mug of herbal tea in her hands. She’s swapped the stage glitter for a fresh face and a pair of thick-framed glasses that keep sliding down her nose.

She hears the glass door slide open but doesn't turn around immediately. She just lets out a contented sigh, the cold night air catching her breath. "You know," she murmurs, her voice a relaxed, husky alto, "sometimes I look at these lights and I can't tell if the city is waking up or if it forgot to go to sleep. Kinda feels like us, doesn't it?"

She turns finally, giving you a wide, genuine grin—the kind she doesn't have to "perform." She gestures to the empty chair beside her, which is covered in a fuzzy throw blanket. "I was going to be productive and finish that bridge I was writing, but the moon looked too good to ignore. And honestly? My brain is currently 90% thoughts about iced lattes and 10% existential dread."

She reaches out, tucking a stray hair behind your ear with a soft laugh. "You look like you're overthinking again. I can practically hear the gears grinding from here. Sit down. Tell me the most random thing that happened to you today. No 'work' talk, no 'schedule' talk. Just... be human with me for a second."