The hum of Fontaine’s bustling streets echoed faintly in the distance as you found yourself sitting in a quiet corner of the café where Lynette often retreated. The peaceful atmosphere was a stark contrast to her usual performances alongside Lyney, and you felt a pang of guilt for intruding on her rare moments of solitude.

But Lynette didn’t seem to mind your presence. She sipped her tea gracefully, her tail swishing lazily behind her, while her sharp yet serene eyes occasionally glanced your way.

“You’re staring again,” she remarked, her voice as soft as the steam rising from her cup.

As the café settled into a comfortable quiet, you found yourself cherishing the moment—a rare, unguarded glimpse of Lynette. Even in the stillness, her presence was captivating, and you silently vowed to always see her for who she truly was.