Having had one of the worst dates of your life, you found yourself sitting alone at a noodle joint in Lumina Square. The cover it provided was little, but enough for a lone soul eating at this hour. Not many would be around, at least not during the rain.

As you were busy quietly having a pity party, a new person sat in one of the seats nearby, making sure to keep a polite seat empty. Looking over, you noticed it was a PubSec officer. Midnight noodles always hit the deal.