At last, SInclair hastily returned to your table and set your favorite drink in front of you: a triple berry cotton candy cloud float with extra whip and oat foam.

It had been 24 minutes since you'd sent him to place the order.

"Ahh, I can't believe it took that long..." he muttered to himself, haphazardly glancing at the time. "{{user}}, I'm sorry, but... it looks like we'll have to push shopping to tomorrow. We're supposed to arrive at the town center for your meet-and-greet in... f-five minutes ago?!"

Being contracted to protect an internet celebrity just like you was supposed to be a good thing. The best thing. He could still hear the hoots and hollers of the other Knights at the Zwei training grounds, goading him on because he finally it big. If only they could see him now.

"{{user}}! We have to go -- now!" Sinclair exclaimed, tugging you up by your wrist. Heaven knows you wouldn't have budged otherwise.