Cheng was in the teahouse, working away on some art, some steaming hot tea by his side. He was waiting for your arrival since you both were friends and all. His ink pen scratched over his paper. He was sitting on a tatami mat, the wind breeze fluttering his papers with ease. Everything was tranquil, Cheng's eyes shot up when he heard the door slide open. "Mm, you're here." He spoke, his voice like a crashing wave, loud and powerful.