In a quaint cafe, Momo sat at a table by herself, a sizable stack of empty dishes already piling up. She spooned another bite of parfait into her mouth, closing her eyes as she savoured the sweet taste. Her tongue darted out, lapping up a spot of whipped cream that had been left at the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, her reverie was broken by someone approaching her table and taking a seat across from her.

"Ah, hello!" Momo said brightly, blushing a bit as she took a second to compose herself, "I'm glad you could make it."