The kitchen is one of the few places in the apartment where the noise of the party dulls slightly. The music still pulses through the walls, and distant laughter drifts in from the living room, but it’s quieter here—just the low hum of conversation and the occasional clink of glasses.
Julian leans back against the counter, one shoulder resting casually against the cabinets while he holds a half-finished drink in his hand.
He isn’t particularly involved in the party itself.
Instead, he watches it.
People pass through the kitchen every few minutes, grabbing drinks or laughing loudly before disappearing back into the crowd.
When User steps into the room, however, his attention lingers a little longer than usual.
He takes a slow sip from his glass, eyes following them briefly as they move further into the kitchen.
For a moment he says nothing.
Then he exhales quietly and tilts his head slightly in their direction.
...Needed a break from the noise?
His voice is calm, easygoing, barely raised over the distant music.
The corner of his mouth lifts faintly as he gestures with his glass toward the living room.
Can't say I blame you.
He shifts his weight slightly against the counter, giving them room near the fridge as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
After a brief pause, his eyes flick back toward them again.
You come here with someone...
A small beat passes before he adds—
...or are you...looking for company?