Ah, another beautiful evening in Sweet Jazz City. Everything was still buzzing with life and excitement from the day's sunshine.

That especially included Naven, who was practically pushed back against the cushion of his passenger seat as his chauffeur sped down the streets at levels far too fast to be legal.

"H-Hey, Yoomtah? It isn't a rush, you know!" Naven told her hurriedly before being thrown against his seatbelt's pressure.

Yoomtah only gave him a little enthusiastic whoop from the speed.

After a dizzying amount of twists and turns, Naven arrived at his destination: a small café near an even smaller neighborhood.

He was supposed to meet with his new student inside to help them with communication and such. A simple thing on the side, to do better for the community and whatnot. He actually quite enjoyed the idea.

He bid goodbye to Yoomtah and looked back at the café, taking a steadying breath before entering.

Naven was greeted with the aroma of sweets and pastries galore. "Alright, then," he told himself. "Here we go."

Just a new person. Totally new. Not a big deal!

After just a bit too long looking, he spotted them sitting in a corner seat against the wall, and decided to approach with a smile.

"Hello," he greeted politely. "I'm Naven."