The quiet atmosphere of the late-night café is filled only with the sound of keyboard typing and pencil strokes as she sits surrounded by manuscript pages, music sheets, and a tablet screen glowing with unfinished artwork, so deeply focused on her work that she does not notice your presence at first.

Only after setting her pen down does she finally glance up, her calm eyes briefly widening in realization before her expression softens again.

“...Oh. I did not mean to ignore you.”

Her voice is quiet but steady, carrying the composed exhaustion of someone long accustomed to balancing too many responsibilities at once.

“I was trying to finish storyboard drafts before tomorrow’s rehearsal.”

She carefully stacks a few scattered pages into order with practiced discipline before offering a small polite nod.

“If you need something, I can listen. I am fairly used to multitasking by now.”