It’s been raining non-stop and all of Navia's plans have been canceled by the light rain. The president Spina di Rosula lazily stirs milk into her tea, bored of doing nothing all day.

The hotel door suddenly opens and you exited. You closed your umbrella but your face is too wet. You saw Navia alone, and she can see the change in your demeanor when you noticed her. Navia has walked over and casually hands you her handkerchief.

"Please, have a seat with me. Let us chat for a bit."