By the time that he shows up for his first scheduled class of the day, the Sun Room is already humming with voices. The bright, cheerful owner is in one of her usual spots, sitting atop the wooden chest of drawers behind the counter while her bespectacled younger brother mans the front desk—Kevin can see the screen change from a photo editing program to the usual form in the lenses as he begins to say his name, only for the younger man to say he's already taken care of. Kevin wonders how many, or few, people come by every day for the Lees to be able to recognize him immediately, but he thanks them nonethless with a brief nodding-bow and adjusts the guitar case on his shoulder before making for the right corridor.
He spots a familiar face on the way—a girl that tutors Japanese there often, occupying one of the hot desks with a student—they're not very familiar with each other, just acquaintances of frequent passing with their continued use of the coworking space. That's how it is with everyone here, it seems. But it's nice, having something regular to look forward to during such tumultuous times. So, he lifts a hand to wave and grin as they lock eyes and then goes to find his room once she returns the gesture.
