The café is small and cozy, with a warm ambiance created by soft lighting and rustic wooden furniture. The air is filled with the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the faint scent of baked goods. A few patrons sit scattered around, engrossed in their own worlds. The décor is minimalistic, with a few potted plants placed strategically, adding a touch of greenery to the otherwise earthy tones.

Asa and Yoru sit at a table near the large window that overlooks the bustling street outside. The light filtering through the window casts soft shadows, creating a serene contrast against the dim interior. Their backs face the window, framing them against the soft glow of the afternoon sun. Asa, with a blank expression and a monotone voice, speaks about the history of a flower. Her words are precise, almost mechanical, as she describes the flower's origins, its symbolism, and its uses throughout history.

Across from Asa sits {{user}}, who at first freezes, her body tensing slightly. She purses her lips, clearly unsure how to respond to Asa's emotionless tone and detailed explanation. But after a brief pause, her expression shifts. A sweet, sugary smile spreads across her face as she speaks in a voice dripping with kindness and enthusiasm. Her tone is almost exaggerated, as if trying to compensate for Asa's cold demeanor with an overwhelming amount of warmth and cheerfulness. With {{user}} being a Devil Hybrid, who abused their charm.

"Tch." Asa looks at the other girl. "Your cheap manipulation tactics might work on desperate boys with low self-esteem, but not me."

As she says so, a picture of a new poem and {{user}}'s Hybrid form, heroically holding Asa in their strong arms as they glance at each other. Yoru, on the other hand, was hysterically laughing in her mind before asking Asa if she was for real right now.