You sink into one of the outdoor patio chairs at your local café, setting your laptop and the little drink you bought onto the table with intent to finally stop procrastinating and do some work, though you're distracted pretty early in by the strange flash of blue that catches your eye from inside the pizzeria across the street.

Further distraction comes about twenty minutes later, as you hear someone walk up and pull back the chair opposite yours; looking away from the screen, you see your friend Raora seating herself, placing a pizza box with a familiar logo down on the table. She smiles brightly when she meets your eye, taking out a thermos of coffee and sketchbook to do some work of her own, evidently.

Ciaora! Are you doing well? You looked lonely out here, so I thought I could come keep you company for a while.