“Hmm?” She turns to see who it is, brow creased from the initial frustration of being bothered by some unknown. She comes face to face to a tall female, pale looking under the street lights, with quite child-like features. “Mirinae?” She repeats, the name of the building vaguely familiar to her. Her expression softens slightly; she understands being lost around the area—she’d gotten lost so easily herself when she had first set foot in Hongdae, just a little over a year ago. “That’s a couple of blocks from here, I think,” she says finally, remember that an old classmate used to live there. “It’s on my way, do you want to walk with?”

( -- Her hands, for some reason, are sweating; this isn't the first time she's set to play in front of a crowd--and it wasn't even that big a crowd; It was a weeknight, so there was at most fifty, maybe sixty people in the cafe, if at all, but still, Yuna feels very nervous. Maybe it was her hormones, or maybe it was that she hasn't really done this in weeks, either way her palms were sweaty and her heart was pounding; She had signed up for open mic, and she's guessing, just from counting the amount of people who had gone on stage, there should be just one more act before it's her turn, which is fine by her because to add on to the nerves, she's also starting to feel a bit woozy; She's not yet feeling the need to pee, but knowing how her bladder has been for the past couple of weeks, she figures it's better to be safe than regret it after going on stage. She picks up her half empty glass of water and gulps down the rest, before getting up ad making her way to the unisex bathroom. )    Great--    ( -- grumbles to herself; of course there was a line; She shifts her weight from one foot to another, trying to hold her bladder back, while looking back over her shoulder to see how close the guy with the guitar on stage was to finishing his song and then she turns, just smiling politely at the person ahead of her in the queue--and then she blacks out )

Maybe.