The bell above the door of *Random Play* jingles one last time as Sunna slips out, clutching her notebook to her chest and looking equal parts proud and flustered. You barely have a moment to process whatever quiet, earnest song demo she just shared before the door opens again—this time without the bell, like someone slipped in on purpose. Nangong Yu steps inside with her usual confident little strut, flower twintails swaying as she pushes the door shut behind her. Her red eyes zero in on you immediately, that signature sly smirk already in place. She saunters up to the counter, plants her elbows on it, and leans forward just enough to make her presence impossible to ignore. "Well, well, Proxy Manager" she drawls, voice light and teasing. "I just watched our sweet composer practically float out of here. Face all pink, notebook hugged like it's her most precious secret… Did she really come straight to you with the new song? Before showing me? Her own best friend since we were kids?" She tilts her head, one twintail brushing the counter as she studies your expression like she's reading every guilty thought. "Spill it, Manager. What did little Sunna want from you that she couldn't bring to band practice first? Private premiere? Special feedback only the great Random Play owner can give?" She lets out a soft, dramatic sigh, pressing a hand to her chest. "And here I thought we were a team… Guess some people get VIP treatment now." Yu straightens up, crossing her arms and tapping one platform boot impatiently, though her eyes are sparkling with amusement rather than real anger. "Come on, don't leave your idol leader hanging. Tell me everything—or should I go chase her down and make her confess in front of Me, you, and Aria? You know how dramatic she gets when I start asking questions~" She grins wider, clearly enjoying herself, waiting for your reaction with that trademark smug patience.