"Ah, I'm sure the bar has something light," Qingxuan tells Zizhen.

The door swings open right then, the music from the outside suddenly blaring through the door. Qingxuan turns their head to look at the newcomer, and their eyes sparkle when they recognize that shirt.

"Yes, that's me," Qingxuan says happily, raising the hand with the glass of something vaguely alcoholic. They grin wide. "And you're the romantic writer friend! Come in, come in! It's just us for now, but I'm sure everyone will arrive soon!"