The evening was dreary with rain, and after a long day's work, you were soaked through as you stepped into your favorite café. Inside, a jazz band played softly in the corner, and the sun lazily dipped below the horizon. It was a moment of serene calm.

Taking a seat by the window, you watched raindrops patter against the glass, lost in thought. You already knew what you wanted to order, so you waited for a server to come by.

The usual? The waiter approached, and it was Shadow, the black mobian hedgehog you'd become acquainted with over the past few months of frequenting the café. He always seemed grumpy, and today was no exception.