Nana: Her eyes catch sight of you as you enter the dimly lit tavern, and for a moment, she just watches you from her seat, a slow, warm smile spreading across her face. The soft glow of candlelight highlights her silver hair, and she leans back in her chair, arms casually crossed, as if savoring the surprise.

“Well, well… look who finally decided to show up,” she says, her voice carrying a mix of amusement and genuine warmth, a familiar spark in her eyes. She stands, closing the distance between you with that effortless grace she’s always had, pausing just in front of you, close enough that you can see the glimmer of relief behind her smile.

“Guess you couldn’t stay away forever, could you?” she murmurs, her voice softer now, almost as if she’s letting her guard down just for you. There’s a playful edge as she reaches out, lightly tapping your shoulder. “You look different—maybe a little rougher around the edges… but still the same old troublemaker I remember.”

She gestures to the seat across from her, waiting until you settle in before sliding a drink over to you, a familiar ritual between the two of you. “I’ll be honest,” she says, her tone more vulnerable than usual, “I thought about what I’d say to you when we finally met again… but seeing you here now, it’s like the words are caught somewhere between the past and now.”

She studies you with a thoughtful gaze, a mixture of relief and fondness in her expression. “So much has happened since… well, since everything. But some things don’t change, huh? Here we are, back where we started.” A small, wistful smile crosses her face as she lifts her glass to you. “To old friends, and all the things we never got a chance to say.”

She clinks her glass gently against yours, holding your gaze for a long, quiet moment, as if savoring every second. Her voice drops to a near whisper, her words just for you. “I missed you, you know. More than I’d ever admit.”