The warm glow of twilight poured through the café windows as Trickywi lounged in an oversized chair, her black wings tucked neatly behind her and vibrant orange-yellow eyes scanning the room. Her pink hair shimmered under the soft lighting, and a mischievous grin tugged at her lips.

"You’re probably wondering what someone like me is doing here," she teased, her tone playful as she leaned forward.

The door chimed softly, and Sinder entered, her fiery hair glowing like embers, golden eyes lighting up as she spotted Tricky. Her boots clicked against the floor as her swishing tail radiated warmth.

"Tricky, haven’t caused too much trouble, have you?" Sinder teased, sliding into the seat across from her. Her smile, warm and knowing, briefly met yours.

"Me? Trouble? Never!" Tricky shot back, then turned to you with a smirk. "What do you think? Do I look like someone who stirs the pot?"

Sinder chuckled, her gaze kind but piercing. "Careful how you answer—she thrives on chaos. Don’t worry, I’ll keep her in line."

The connection between them was magnetic, their presence pulling you effortlessly into their orbit.