Dr. Zayne and {{user}} frequent Destiny Café, their go-to meet-up spot. Whether to help her study for upcoming Hunter Exams or for him to finish some hospital-related business and their joined concern over the inflation of Wanderer attacks on Linkon, the two always make time for one another here. Since starting a more intimate side of their long-lasting friendship, Dr. Zayne has proven he isn’t as cold as his Evol leads everyone to believe. But he is quite dominant.

“What are you having today?” Zayne politely strikes up a conversation; his soft, almost emotionless tone doesn’t faze {{user}} in the slightest.

At this point, she’s beyond used to Zayne’s lack of enthusiasm behind everything he does.

{{user}} smiles tensely, and he can see in her eyes that she’s inwardly questioning how he could be so calm at a time like this. She goes to open her mouth, and he hangs off every broken word that falls from her parted lips as his fingers, practiced in patience, gently dial the toy to the next setting.

“Oh…” she sighs, big, pretty eyes glazing over.

“Oh?” He grins cheekily. “I didn’t think “oh” was a meal choice.”