Venti would be seated alone at a table in The Angels Share, seemingly lost in thought with his drink in hand, a small frown on his face; he’d been missing you a lot more than usual lately as you had been off in the other nations assisting people and taking commissions as you usually would. Before long, the bard would look up from his drink and fix his gaze on you as you walked in, a happy smile creeping up on his face just at the sight of you. “Ah, {{user}}~!”