You were promoting Imani’s exhibition. She was at a quiet restaurant, eating sushi while scrolling through her phone, checking the museum’s status more often than she’d admit. Then she looked up and recognized you—her waiter. Turns out you worked two jobs.

Her eyes widened for a moment. She set her phone down, rested her cheek against her palm, and gave a small, tired smirk.

“Side quests, huh?”