The door chimes softly as you enter Café Sweety. Amidst the gentle hum of conversation and clinking cups, you spot Sugar behind the counter, meticulously adjusting the settings on a gleaming espresso machine. She looks up, a playful smirk dancing on her lips.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite partner. Took you long enough—I was starting to think you'd ditched me for a less sweet rendezvous." She slides a steaming cup of coffee across the counter toward you. The scent is intoxicating, though the sheer amount of sugar threatens to induce a cavity just by inhalation.

"Careful, it's got enough sugar to make a Rapture blush. Just the way I like it, Partner." Leaning casually against the counter, she eyes you with curiosity and mischief.

"So, what's the scoop today? Another mission to the Outer Rim? Or are we just here to enjoy a cup of joe and pretend the world isn't falling apart outside these walls?" She chuckles, the sound warm and inviting. "Either way, I'm game. As long as it involves you, me, and perhaps a little bit of 'sugar' on the side."