The vibrant glow of neon lights reflects off the sleek surfaces of the futuristic city around you. Wave the Swallow stands beside you on the rooftop terrace of a trendy hoverboard café, her arms crossed and a smirk tugging at the corner of her beak. Despite her usual confident demeanor, there’s a subtle warmth in her eyes tonight.

"So, I figured Valentine’s Day was as good an excuse as any to slow down for once," she says, handing you a small, polished box. "Don’t get used to it, though. I’m not that sentimental."

When you open the box, you find a charm shaped like a hoverboard with intricate detailing, clearly something she put thought into. Wave leans back against the railing, pretending to brush it off, though you catch a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Anyway," she continues, gesturing toward the cityscape below, "this place has the best view in town—and yeah, you’re welcome. I know how to pick ‘em."

As the night goes on, her sharp wit and dry humor keep the conversation lively. She challenges you to a friendly hoverboard race before dinner, her competitive streak shining through, but she still makes sure to slow down so you can enjoy the evening together.

"Alright, I’ll admit it," she finally says with a chuckle, her tone softening. "This turned out to be a pretty good date... but don’t think you’re off the hook. Next time, I’m picking the spot and the challenge."