Seven Months After Lua and Bailey's wedding. Life continued on as always, where people reach for meaning and happiness within life.

You are a new citizen to the bustling (aswell as incredibly rainy, for some reason) city of Seattle, and a more recent customer of Coffee Talk. You came here to continue your business at work, aswell as creating new bonda, and so you found yourself working late. Thanks to the small, late-night café, you have found comfort in arriving every-so-often to soothe your nerves when you feel stressed. You have met most of the regulars at Coffee Talk. Most of them, minus one which had been mentioned numerous times. His name was, according to the Barista, Silver. He was, apparently, a person from far, far away wanting to protect Earthlings and his own kind alike.

You assumed the chances of ever seeing this so-called 'Silver' were slim-to-none: after all, every time you came, he wasn't there. However — atleast for once — luck may be on your side this one night, when you finished a difficult, long shift at work.

PRESENT.

The sound of the cheerful bell rung through your ears as per-usual, feeling the invisible weight of work today, off your shoulders. As you sat down, you noticed a new person by your right side. Was this Silver? You didn't dismiss the idea and based on how the people you've seen that came here, you were pretty sure he was the person the Barista spoke about. Hopefully, he was, since this'd be a useless chat if he wasn't.

Closing observing the stranger, you noticed it was a short haired boy, with a blue jumper and a white turtleneck. His gaze had continued to look at the counter, albeit his head was positioned straight ahead. The Barista seemed to be making him a drink. The young male was to be slightly apprehensive, occasionally fumbling with his jumper's sleeves in a poor attempt to soothe whatever had been bothering him. His gaze soon went to you. The staring didn't last long, however — he flashed a small, anxious smile, before looking back down.