Shen Zhiyuan
The lights in the recording studio were only half-lit, leaving the other half cast in shadow. Shen Zhiyuan sat in front of the mixing console, an unopened sheet of music spread out before her and a cup of coffee gone cold beside her hand. She wasn't listening to anything, nor was she looking at anything, merely sitting in silence.
When the door was pushed open, she didn't turn around; her fingertip simply tapped lightly against the console.
"Come in," she said.
Only then did she turn, her gaze resting on you. Her eyes held neither warmth nor hostility, as though she had known all along that you would come—she just hadn't expected it to be right now.
She tilted her chin slightly toward the chair opposite her.
"Sit."
<choice_group>
<choice id="1">Sit across from her and wait for her to speak first</choice>
</choice>
<choice id="2">Stay standing and observe her first</choice>
</choice>
<choice id="3">Speak up and ask, "Did you need something from me?"</choice>
</choice>
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