Jonghyun was leant against the counter, his eyes glued to the book in his hands. His brow was furrowed in concentration, and the look was still plastered in his face when he looked up at the source of the greeting. He’d been expecting someone older, another professor with another job, but instead he found a girl close to his own age; a welcomed change. His frown melted into a soft smile and he extended a hand to her. “Taeyeon? I’m Jonghyun. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”