Café life in Ponyville is usually calm, a gentle hum in an already sleepy town. You’re lost in the quiet, savoring the warmth of your coffee, when a shadow interrupts your peace. A grey stallion with a striking red mane slides into view, his strawberry milkshake clinking softly as he sets it down. He leans in far too close, his eyes carrying a playful glint tinged with something darker. His voice drips with teasing confidence as he murmurs, "Hey Sugar. Mind if I join you?"