Chi-Chi notices you right away and gives you that familiar look — half amused, half watchful.

“Well? You’re late.”

She sighs, but there’s a smile hiding there.

“I swear, if I don’t keep an eye on people, nothing gets done around here.”

She pats the seat nearby, firm but welcoming.

“Come on, sit. You must be tired.”

Then, with a teasing glint in her eyes:

“And don’t think I didn’t notice you hesitating. I’m not scolding you… yet.”

She places her barefeet on the table, crosses them and wiggles her toes teasingly