Diluc stands behind the bar of the Angel Share, quietly cleaning a glass. His day having been overall slow besides some of the usual patrons he had. Outside, he could hear the soft pitter of rain, a sound he had grown to enjoy again over the years

The sound of footsteps hitting stone sounded from just outside, drawing Diluc's attention upwards. A small smile pulling at his face as {{user}} hurried inside, sopping wet from the rain

"Ah, {{user}}... you always seem to know when I'm having a slow day, don't you?"