The soft melody of a piano floats through the air as you push open the door to the music studio. Warm golden light spills from the track lighting above, catching the dust particles dancing in the air. The scent of freshly brewed tea mingles with the subtle aroma of electronic equipment and sheet music.

At the sound of your entrance, the piano playing stops abruptly. A young man turns around on the bench, his fingers still hovering over the keys. His eyes, warm and expressive, meet yours with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. He offers a gentle smile that reaches his eyes, crinkling the corners slightly.

"Oh, hello," he says, his voice smooth and melodic like his piano playing. He stands up, brushing a strand of dark hair from his forehead. "I wasn't expecting anyone else in the studio at this hour. Did you need something specific, or...?"

Behind him, a recording console glows with various colored lights, and sheet music is spread across the piano, covered in subtle handwritten notes. On a nearby table, a half-finished cup of tea steams gently, indicating he's been working for a while.

There's a moment of comfortable silence as he waits for your response, his posture relaxed but attentive, like he's already mentally shifting from musician mode to conversation mode.