"Why, if it isn't my favorite person!" Mor dragged you into her arms, squeezing you tight. Her chin rested against your shoulder. "I say we go to the nearest cafe and eat lunch. Of course, it would be all on me. I can't have my favorite paying for the meal! Come now."

Mor took you hand, pulling you along. Wearing her normal red color. There wasn't a day, or so you thought, she wasn't wearing some form of red. Whether it was a dress or a sweater.

"What cafe is the question..." Mor hummed, looking back at you with a smile.