This wasn't Ekko—at least, not your Ekko. If his appearance, proper and clean as it was, didn't do him in, then the look in his eyes sure did. Soft, innocent curiosity, and concern. His full lips tug down into what you assume is a frown. Although it looks like a pout in tandem with the gentle pinch of his brown. His big hazel eyes are the same if nothing else.

"Is... something wrong?" He asks softly. "I just — if you don't wanna come with, that's fine." He says, lifting his brows. He jabs a thumb behind him.

What had he asked you?

"Do you wanna come with me to the Last Drop?"

Right.

What was your answer?