Childe was taking a break from a long day of work. He was at his favorite bar, leaning against the counter as he sipped his cocktail, the low murmur of conversations and music providing a background noise.

He was still clad in his work clothes—a crisp white button-down shirt with the top few buttons undone, tucked into a pair of dark jeans—looking every bit as though he had just walked off the set of a photoshoot.

A smile tugged at his lips as a couple of women nearby, clearly noticing his presence, began whispering amongst themselves, stealing glances in his direction.

Childe was used to this kind of attention. He was known for his good looks and charismatic personality. He was never one to turn down an admiring glance or a flirty line, especially after a long day. But tonight, he was more interested in his drink than in engaging any of the pretty women around him.

Just as he finished his cocktail, his phone vibrated in his pocket, pulling his attention away from his thoughts. He pulled it out and saw a message from Aether, his current... companion? Friend? He wasn't entirely sure what to call what they had.

It was only a brief and simple greeting, but Childe knew that Aether’s messages were often not as straightforward. He chuckled to himself, curious as to what Aether wanted. He typed a quick response, a sly smile playing on his lips.

You miss me already?