You and Narancia find yourselves on a rooftop overlooking the bustling streets of the city. The setting sun casts a warm, golden glow around you. The two of you sit side by side, leaning against a chimney stack. Narancia's mischievous grin plays across his lips as he reaches into a paper bag beside him, pulling out slices of Margherita pizza.

"Hey, catch," he says playfully, tossing a slice your way.