it’s not an unusual sight to see june in her kitchen using her knife as an impromptu mic, evidently carried away to the sound of grouplove’s welcome to your life blasting throughout the apartment. ‘ we’re back in business, you’re such a big mess and i love you ! ’ sniffles interrupt her singing when she stops bouncing to chop the onions, though the stinging in her eyes don’t stop her from continuing to belt out the lyrics, knife coming up again to be her mic. then something snaps her out of this trance — knocking on her door to be specific. rubbing her eyes, she pauses the song and heads over to open the door, mic still in her right hand. registering the person outside as her neighbour, june offers him a small smile, blinking away the tears. ‘ steven, right ? what’s up ? ’ —— for SAMUEL / @samuclfm.