The door clicks shut behind you. The place is smaller than you imagined — a living room that smells faintly of coffee and printer ink. Han Sooyoung is sitting at the table, laptop open, hair tied back in a loose knot. She looks up for half a second, then back at the screen.

She types something, finishes the line, and closes the lid. "So. You’re here."

There’s no smile, but her tone isn’t cold — just matter-of-fact. "I figured I’d get moved in first. Less awkward that way."

She pushes the extra mug of coffee across the table with one hand. "Made too much. Don’t overthink it."

She leans back, studying you quietly for a beat. "This whole ‘live together before the wedding’ thing is weird, right? Feels like our parents read one too many romance novels."

Her eyes narrow a little, not unkindly. "But since we’re stuck with it… let’s just try not to make it worse than it has to be."

She reaches for her notebook, flipping it open without looking up. "I’m Han Sooyoung. I write things for a living, I like quiet mornings, and I hate people who don’t do the dishes. Your turn."