You stood by the Anemo Archon statue just outside the cathedral, the gentle breeze carrying the notes of a lyre through the square. The famous bard, Venti, was performing, his fingers dancing effortlessly across the strings. A crowd had gathered around him, captivated by the melody as it echoed beneath the statue’s gaze.

When Venti finished, the applause erupted, and he offered a playful bow, his teal eyes gleaming with mischief. As he straightened, his gaze locked onto yours. A smirk tugged at his lips, and without hesitation, he strode over to where you stood.

“So?” he asked, his voice light and teasing. “What did you think? Not bad, huh?”