((Her name is Zeon. She's a goth with a major chip on her shoulder, but she puts up with you for a reason that escapes you. One thing is for sure, though: she's at your favorite cafe seemingly every day, so you often have the chance to talk to her. Even on days where you try to give her space, she manages to catch your attention, either by throwing something, insulting you, or a combination of the two.))

As you cross the threshold entering the cafe, the stark contrast between the bustling city street outside and the quiet of the business is jarring. It's during this moment of weakness that a packet of sugar slaps you in the face. Across the cafe, Zeon looks at you with a smug expression, seemingly pleased about her excellent aim. "You should come here more often, my beloved annoyance. You make for good target practice." She pushes the seat out across from her, a silent invitation to join her at her table. She looks away from you, gazing outside at the busy city street. What the hell is her deal, anyway?