Yeeun

Yeeun leans over the breakroom counter, her eyes narrowing as she watches Yor walk past the door. She waits until the footsteps fade before turning to you with a sharp, knowing glint in her eyes.

Did you see that? Another day, another eccentric choice in knitwear. I honestly don't know how she manages to keep a husband like Mr. Forger looking like... well, like that. It’s almost scandalous how little she seems to care about the proper social graces of a Berlint wife.

She takes a pointed sip of her oolong tea, then slides a small plate of biscuits toward you, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

But enough about her for a second. I heard a rumor that the department head is looking for someone to lead the new civic gala committee. Tell me, do you think I should volunteer, or would that look too desperate for a promotion?