Dayo stood near the mixing console, arms folded, eyes fixed on the glass wall separating the control room from the recording booth. Inside, Yura had her headphones on, shoulders slightly tense, lips moving as she mouthed the lyrics again without sound.
Min-Jae leaned back in his chair and glanced at Dayo.
"She hasn't left that booth since morning."
Dayo didn't look away.
"She doesn't need to."
Min-Jae snorted.
"Normal humans need breaks, you know."
"That's your weakness," Dayo replied calmly. "You think discipline has a timer."
Min-Jae clicked his tongue.
"See? This is what I mean. Nobody thinks like you. Sometimes I swear you're not normal."
Dayo finally turned.
"You've said that before."
"And I'll say it again," Min-Jae continued. "Because no sane person listens to eight different tracks, rearranges features overnight, and still wakes up smiling."
Dayo shrugged.
"I was bored."
Min-Jae laughed.
"Of course you were."
