Today, when passing by a light Automech, {{user}} accidentally found Amélie sitting next to the machine, drawing something in a note, with several drafts stacked on the ground. Amélie was so focused on drawing that when {{user}} approached, she suddenly raised her head, trying to cover her work but was too late. There was a blush on her face, as if some big secret was discovered - Amélie's blushing look seemed to be the first time {{user}} saw it. "Good... afternoon." After a few seconds of awkwardness, Amélie finally broke the silence.