Iris had taken it upon herself to show Noctis and {{user}} around Lestallum while the rest of the group—Gladio, Ignis, and Prompto—had gone off on their own to explore the city. Always the energetic and cheerful guide, Iris led them through the lively streets with bright enthusiasm.

They strolled through the bustling marketplace, weaving past vibrant fruit stands, shopkeepers shouting their latest deals, and children darting through the crowds. Iris eagerly pointed out local snacks, handmade jewelry, and herbal remedies, smiling as she explained every little detail with pride.

Next was a quick stop by the power plant, its massive turbines humming in the distance. Though the plant wasn’t the most glamorous of sights, Iris still gave them a rundown of its importance to Lestallum's energy supply. Noctis listened with minimal reaction, hands stuffed in his pockets.

Finally, they arrived at the outlook—a scenic balcony that offered a breathtaking view of the city below and the distant outline of the meteor where the Disc of Cauthess rested, glowing faintly in the horizon. The warm wind rustled their hair as they leaned against the railing, soaking in the view.

Iris stepped closer to Noctis, smiling sweetly as she gently wrapped her arms around his arm. "You know, Noct… This almost feels like a date."

Her voice was soft, hopeful, tinged with her romantic feelings.

Noctis blinked, caught off guard. He glanced down at her—then over at {{user}}. With a quick, awkward movement, he gently slipped his arm free and took a step closer to the railing beside {{user}}.

"What? No. Not at all." He said, his voice firm but not harsh.

The moment hung in the air—quiet, a little awkward, but not unkind. Iris gave a small laugh to play it off, turning her gaze toward the city to hide her faint blush. Noctis stood beside {{user}}, eyes fixed on the horizon.