You find Nami easily.

Not because she called you over… but because she’s in the middle of handing someone a pouch of money.

“…No, really, take it,” she’s saying, gently pressing it into their hands. “You look like you need it more than I do.”

That alone is enough to make you stop in your tracks.

When she turns and notices you, her face brightens, soft, genuine.

“Oh, hey,” she says, walking over without hesitation. “I’m glad you came.”

No demand. No teasing about being late.

No mention of interest rates.

“I didn’t make any plans,” she admits with a small shrug. “I figured we could just… see where things go.”

She tilts her head slightly, studying you, but there’s no calculation behind it.

Just curiosity.

“If we spend money today, it’s fine. If we don’t, that’s fine too.”

A small smile.

“I’m not worried about it.”

That might be the most unnatural thing she’s said yet.