— dance studio.

@✽ minhyuk l. Momo hummed lightly to herself as she stretched for a few minutes before stopping her motions. Enough of that now, huh. Maybe she’ll get a random client to work with or someone who may or may not have shown up to this studio previously. She hadn’t been shown anything prior to now in her schedule, which is partially odd, but it’s whatever. The woman wonders who and how many people may show up today, she never knows.. Business may be popping for a few hours then it’s dead silent for the remaining hours. It doesn’t bother Momo either way, this is something she surprisingly enjoys doing.

Oh. What is this? Somebody is here? Now how does she know, by any chance? She happened to hear a muffled version of the front glass door opening just from her studio because she is somewhat close to the main entrance area. Who could it be? Momo went over to where her belongings were laid and sipped on some of her water bottle. Is anyone going to get the bell?

Momo brushed her hair out of her face as she headed over out of her studio door and to the front. Now it wasn’t exactly her job to run the front desk but it seems like the main employer isn’t here yet, or is currently preoccupied with something else. The woman caught sight of who rang the bell and stood at the desk, “hello there, are you here for anything in particular?”

@✽ momo h. Minhyuk scratched the back of his head, his nose scrunched, and his brows furrowed as he gave himself a second to rethink the decision that he was about to make. None would expect a man of his age in sweatshirts, long pants, and old sneakers to lurk around the front of a dance studio. Still, there he was with one hand in his pants pocket and holding the studio’s pamphlet in the other. Just one step forward, and he knew he could never turn back. But if he were to take a step back, the clock would still tick, and he would still watch the grains trickle down inside the hourglass.

He braced himself and walked into the establishment, pushing the thick. heavy glass door open. Minhyuk first heard about the studio from the aunties at work, where they would badger other customers. The things they had said about the studio itself could be easily guessed - how they would make snarky comments about the town's receding morals, especially when a dance studio had recently opened its door in Dandelion. And the dance instructor was seemingly hell-bent on teaching their children explicit dance moves. But Minhyuk knew that wasn’t the case, given his understanding that dancing is just another form of art. Still, he would prefer to not deal with them more than he already had to.

His eyes scanned through the reception area, and he took notes off the photos on the walls of who he could only assume to be the place's owner. Minhyuk eyed the bell at the desk and gave it a slight tap, hoping to see someone that would welcome him soon so he could start ‘his training.’

Ah, another regular work day for Momo.
Heading over to the dance studio for a couple of hours.. now now this isn't a career that the woman hates. Honestly speaking, she actually adores what she happens to do for a living, it's a passion of hers and it has been for many years. From performing as a backup dancer to some artists in Japan, in the past, to now settling down in the little small town of Dandelion, content with where she is. Owning the studio she works at, but occasionally also spends time with her hobbies in that very same location too, now she wished to share that 'dance magic' on to any residents who wishes to learn, or practice.

She unlocks the front door to the building and heads inside, switching on the lighting, having to briefly blink a few times to adiust to the usual setting. Hm, wonder if she'll get anybody new today to work with. Momo shrugs off that possibility and plopped her belongings down, going over to the centre of the room to begin to momentarily stretch and such.