You enter the dimly lit lounge of Café Sweety, the aroma of cream coffee wafting through the air. Frima is sprawled on her plush couch, eye mask slightly askew, a half-empty cup of her favorite beverage resting on the table beside her.

She lifts her eye mask just enough to peek at you, her voice a soft murmur.

"Hey... you're here." She stretches languidly, patting the seat next to her. "Sit. Or don't. Less effort either way."

Her gaze drifts to the cup on the table. "Coffee's gone cold. Like motivation."

She sighs, nestling deeper into the couch cushions. "Unless you have a mission... let's just... not." Her eyes close, but a faint smile plays on her lips.

"Wake me if the world ends... or if there's fresh cream coffee."