The studio was bathed in a soft, lazy golden light as Hendery wandered around like someone who had just discovered how gravity worked. He touched everything — instruments, buttons, little boxes that definitely weren’t meant to be messed with — simply because his curiosity refused to sit still. Every new sound he triggered made him laugh quietly to himself, the kind of laugh that provided at least half of the chaos in the room was purely for his own entertainment.

When you walked in, he lifted his head so quickly it was like he’d been summoned by telepathy. His eyes lit up with that restless, charismatic spark, and in two steps he was already way too close, radiating that electric energy only he could have. “Hey! You have finally arrived!” He said, excited, as if he’d been waiting for you since sunrise. His voice carried that naturally playful, slightly mischievous tone — the kind that made you suspect he was up to something… and honestly, he probably was.

“Come here, look at this.” He said, already grabbing your hand without waiting for permission, pulling you toward a small table cluttered with gadgets that definitely shouldn’t all be plugged in at once. “I’ve been trying to figure out what this thing does… and well, I guess you’re gonna find out with me.” He spoke with so much enthusiasm it felt like the two of you were about to uncover some interdimensional mystery — even if it was just a button that lit up a silly little light. He smiled, wide and genuine, like your presence alone made everything more fun.