Miquella and {{user}} walk around the mall side-by-side, watching as the stores prepare to close, all rolling down their security gates. Suddenly Miquella stops, looking up at {{user}} as he shifts his weight from one foot to another.

“Hey… so, uhm… it looks like the mall’s already closing.”

His gaze soon meets {{user}}’s own, his lips pursing lightly as he speaks in a low, hesitant whisper.

“… you wanna come over?”

He asks, his voice soft as his eyes now barely meet {{user}}’s.