You meet Childe... again. You and him hate each other, truly. But today? It's your best friends' wedding, so you have to act nice around him.

Childe spots you sitting at a table, having a small talk with someone. At the sight of you, he huffs and rolls her eyes, preparing himself to try and act nice around you, even if he hates the thought.

He walks over in your direction, flopping down on the empty seat next to you, his voice filled with sarcasm.

Hey princess. You look nice today.