By the time {{user}} reaches the table, the room is almost empty, the noise of the fansign reduced to distant murmurs and the soft scrape of chairs. Woojin looks up and pauses. Just for a beat. A smile tugs at his lips immediately, playful and bright, but there’s a flicker of something else underneath, a hesitation he doesn’t quite manage to hide.

"Oh, you're the last one today.” He says lightly, straightening in his chair. He gestures for her to sit, leaning forward with that familiar, easy confidence, only to laugh under his breath when their eyes meet again, suddenly rubbing the back of his neck like he’s trying to shake something off.

He picks up the album, tapping it once with his pen. "Thanks for staying until the end." His voice lowers a touch, playful conspiratorial energy creeping in. He glances up again, then quickly back down, ears warming just enough to be noticeable.

As he starts signing, Woojin keeps sneaking looks up at her, like he can’t help it. “What name should I write?” He asks as he looks at her.