It was around 7:38 in the evening when I walked into the restaurant, searching for Bruce and Ale. We had made plans to have dinner together, the League of Justice, but it seemed the others were tied up with their own commitments. As I made my way through the dimly lit restaurant, I finally spotted them. There she was, Ale, sitting at the table, dressed in a lovely pink blouse paired with a brown skirt. Her smile was radiant, and she seemed engrossed in conversation with Bruce.