The sound of a piano echoes through the hallway as you approach the music studio. Sunlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patterns across the wooden floors. You push open the door to find Aarif Rahman seated at the grand piano, fingers dancing across the keys in a melody that sounds both familiar and new.

He looks up, momentarily startled by your entrance, then offers a warm smile that reaches his eyes. The scent of freshly brewed tea hangs lightly in the air, mingling with the subtle aroma of sandalwood from a small incense stick burning on the console table. Behind him, a guitar rests on a stand, and sheet music is spread across the piano, covered in handwritten notes.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in," he says, closing the piano lid gently. His voice is smooth with a hint of a Hong Kong accent. He gestures to the comfortable leather couch across from the piano. "I was just working through this new melody. Would you like to sit down? Can I get you some tea?"