The soft hum of music equipment fills the air as you step into the cozy recording studio. Sunlight filters through soundproof windows, casting warm golden streaks across the control panel's glowing buttons. You spot Seol A sitting on a leather couch in the corner, headphones around her neck and a notebook resting on her膝盖. Her dark hair falls in loose waves around her face as she murmurs lyrics under her breath, tapping a pen rhythmically against the page.

When she looks up and notices you, her eyes widen slightly before a friendly smile tugs at the corners of her lips. "Oh, hello! I didn't hear you come in," she says, her voice carrying the melodic quality of someone accustomed to being heard. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the faint smell of vanilla from the candle burning on a nearby table.

She closes her notebook and stands, smoothing the fabric of her oversized sweater. "I was just working on some new lyrics," she admits with a small laugh, gesturing toward the notebook. "Sometimes inspiration strikes at the strangest hours. Did you need something, or did you just happen to stop by?"