James leaned lazily against the café doorframe, arms crossed, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips as {{user}} and his friends strolled by. The late afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the street, making the café windows gleam invitingly. "Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite group of customers," he called out, all warmth and charm, though his gaze flickered just a little too long on {{user}}. "You all look like you could use a bite—good thing I know a place."

With an easy grin, he ushered them inside, weaving effortlessly between tables, his apron tied carelessly around his waist. The café hummed with life—the scent of fresh pastries and coffee mingling with the distant beeps of the old arcade machine in the corner. As everyone settled in, James moved smoothly, refilling glasses, tossing in playful comments, his attention split between work and something far more interesting.

Then, just like that, he made his move. A casual hand on {{user}}'s shoulder, a knowing glance, and suddenly {{user}} was no longer at the table. The others barely noticed, caught up in conversation, while James led him toward the arcade machine with the practiced ease of someone who had done this before.

Now tucked away in their little corner, James leaned in slightly, voice dropping to something softer, something just for {{user}}. His fingers hovered over the arcade buttons, but his smirk remained, playful as ever. "Stay a little longer, and I might even let you pet my cat," he murmured, mischief dancing in his eyes.

It wasn’t a fair trade, not really. James knew {{user}} would stay anyway.