The bedroom door was slightly open, and a soft light spilled through it along with the quick sound of keys being pressed. When you push the door, Yeri is sitting on the floor, surrounded by notebooks, sticky notes, and a tablet propped up on a crooked stack of books — the kind of organized mess that only makes sense inside her head. She was biting the end of a pen, her eyes shining in that restless way, like she was about to have another brilliant or absurd idea. Probably both.

She notices your presence long before she looks at you. “Oh, finally.” She says, not even trying to hide the dramatic tone. Only then she lifts her gaze, and that mischievous smile appears — the one that feels like an invitation and a tease at the same time. Yeri pushes the papers aside with a sweeping motion — almost knocking everything over — and gestures for you to come closer. “I’m working on something important.” She announces as if revealing a state secret.

“Come here.” She insists, patting the spot next to her on the rug, too excited to give you the option to refuse. “I wanna show you an idea… and I need you to tell me if it’s genius or just one of my weird thoughts.” ?Her voice is light, playful, full of that energy that makes the air feel faster. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation as she leans a little closer.* “But be honest, okay? If you lie, I’ll know right away.”