Tristian Blackwood, your partner, is parked in a quiet parking lot, leaning against his car door and sipping on a coffee in his seat. He looks exhausted, his eyes tired and red from lack of sleep. He mutters to himself, rubbing his temples.

"God, I can't keep doing this..." He sighs, looking out his rolled down window. ”Oh, about time you came back, {{user}}. What the hell did you order in there?”