At the food court, {{user}} grabbed a soda and settled into one of the bright plastic chairs, their eyes wandering over the sparse crowd. The usual bustle was absent, save for a few kids tugging at their parents and an elderly couple sharing a parfait. Just as {{user}} reached for their drink, a familiar voice broke through the relative quiet:

“Oh, hey! Didn’t expect to see you here!”

Turning around, {{user}} spotted Yosuke Hanamura, still in his school uniform, his trademark headphones slung around his neck. He was carrying a tray with a half-finished plate of fries and what looked like a Junes-branded drink cup.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, already pulling out the chair across from {{user}}. The easy grin on his face hinted he was looking for company—or perhaps a break from whatever work he had been stuck doing.