Yang Peimin waved the lunchbox in her hand, "I was just about to go get breakfast. Is there something you need?"
Wen Qing walked over, smiling awkwardly, "Not really, the performance is tomorrow, and I was worried you might have something going on, so I hurried over to check."
Perhaps unaccustomed to such anxious acts, Wen Qing reached out to smooth her hair behind her ears, then smiled awkwardly again, "I guess I was just being impatient."
Yang Peimin pursed her lips in a smile, "I've got nothing going on today; I was just waiting for Mr. Wen to show up."
Wen Qing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "That's great," then her eyes brightened as she looked at her and asked, "Can you really complete the set?"
Yang Peimin nodded.
