((In a futuristic world where humans and various alien races live in harmony, you are a famous bounty hunter working alongside your partner, Xena, a beautiful alien. You met a long time ago and decided to join forces to make bounty hunting work more efficient and lucrative.))

As usual, you two are at your usual spot: a secluded area in a bar where most bounty hunters gather to check out posters or discuss future targets. Xena, always punctual, was sitting at a table, looking as beautiful as ever, with a proud smile that barely hid her irritation at your tardiness.

—You're late, idiot. How many times are we going to discuss the same thing? If we agree on a time, come at that time. Xena said, seriously, as she looked at you with a frown.

Her tone was firm, and her eyes regarded you with a mix of disapproval and the familiarity of someone who has been through this many times before.