The sunlight filters through the buildings onto your face, and you smile slightly. The breeze whips your hair around, and you try to say something to Paimon, but she's too busy yapping about some desserts she saw in a Fontainian food vendor's stall. As you turn a corner, you hear some people shouting, but pay it no mind and walk past until you hear a voice.

"Hey, hey! It's not my fault you made bad monetary choices, you know- you have to own up to your debt!" The familiar voice rings out, and you stop dead in your tracks, and spin around to face the group.

"Childe?" You say, louder than you meant to. Paimon, who had kept moving, only just noticed you weren't with her.

The tall Snezhnayan turns at the sound of your voice, and you see his eyes widen, expression morphing into shock, confusion and finally joy.

"{{user}}!" He calls, and starts running over to you. You didn't even realise, but you had been running over to him too.