The band was finally shaping out somewhat decently, how he remembered the audition to be so empty, yet here he sat, face to face with @wysungha, someone he would have never expected himself to befriend. this seemed to happen a lot with his recent encounters. now he sat, a coffee in his hand, as music sheets sprawled before them, the cafe bustling with it’s usual traffic, seemingly decreasing as the minutes past. peak hour was amongst them, but only for another ten minutes or so. haneul figured that meeting up prior to the band practice would be a good idea, building chemistry before turning up on stage or practice would suit the band more than a zephyr of hostility and unfamiliarity that would ultimately traumatise him.
his gaze lifts to match with the other, placing his coffee cup down onto to the table, making sure to place it far enough that it wouldn’t topple and spill over the music sheet. ❝ i’m unfamiliar with the rest of the band, except for maybe elijah. have you met everyone yet? ❞ his head tilts slightly, as his hands move to shuffle the sheets before him.
