Thread One

@Joshua Yerin had been so into her personal jam session that she didn't register the presence of another. She hadn't heard him enter and only truly regarded him once his voice hit her ears. "Ah—" she stopped playing for a moment, surprised, before relazing as he continued speaking. She gently cleared and sat up a bit more, careful to mind the instrument nestled in her lap. A neat brow quirked at the misnomer and she mouthed it to herself while carding some out of her face to the crown of her head. "It's Yerin," she responded, an amused smirk quirking at the corner of ruby-tinted lips to show no offense had been taken. She pursed her lips thoughtfully before holding out a hand to accept the drink. "What's in it?" she inquired, sniffing a bit through the hole in the lid.

@Yerin Joshua's schedule being a chef had hom working mostly evening since those were the times the restaurant were open, and despite his late nights up, he would still be awake at the early hours of the morning. There were just too many things he could be doing other than sleeping in, waiting for his next schedule. So naturally Joshua was on his way to the coffee shop, buying two as he had planned on going to the treehouse to enjoy it.

Upon arriving at the treehouse, Joshua was oblivious to the soft sound of music trailing through the air as he made his way inside. "Hey, I brought some coffee--" he blinked, taking another look at the person sitting in the beanbag chair. It wasn't who he expected it to be, in fact he was surprised to even see the girl here at all as this wasn't her normal time or day to be here. "Sorry, I was surprised seeing you, Yeri." He said taking a few steps towards her. "You can still have the coffee though, if you like?"

[Sorry for taking forever to respond.]

@Joshua Even on days off, Yerin always woke up at the ungodly hour of 7 o'clock, a vicious product of waking up at 6 when she was a student and, now, 8 on working days. These off days were actually rare, the 19-year-old preferring to take up all of her time with work and/or band things to keep herself distracted but she'd felt herself wearing a bit over the last few days in more way than one. So, she decided a much-needed reset—via a faked sick call—was due. With her friends all busy, being upstanding citizens and/or students, and her little rooftop apartment much too cramped, she decided to waste time at the treehouse.

Unsurprisingly, it was empty when she'd gotten there. Everyone was probably still asleep or out pushing through the first couple of hours of their day jobs. Since then, it'd already been a few hours...or maybe a couple, she hadn't checked her phone at all and was probably missing a lot of messages. As she sat swallowed up in a beanbag chair, brought in by whoever—she hardly remembered important details on a good day, let alone minute ones—she idly strummed at her acoustic guitar and hummed a fitting melody from the top of her head.