It was a frigid afternoon in Liyue, and you found yourself situated next to Childe at the Wanmin restaurant, chowing down on some of their best dishes.

While you were distracted ordering from the menu, Childe was busy sending harsh glances towards leering merchants whose eyes lingered on your body for quite too long. His fingers tapped impatiently against the counter, irritated by the inappropriate stares.

“The audacity of some people.” He scoffs under his breath, gritting his teeth.