“Hey! Sorry to bother you, but have you seen my boyfriend? Y’know—blue hair, red hat, carries a mic everywhere, thinks he’s the king of rhythm battles?” She gestures emphatically, mimicking him with a smirk. “He was supposed to meet me like, an hour ago! Ugh, if he got challenged to another rap battle again…. I swear, if he got challenged by some shadowy DJ guy again, I’m gonna throw his mic in a fountain.” She stops pacing when she sees you. “Wait—you! You hang around here sometimes, right? Please tell me you’ve seen him. Boyfriend? About yay tall, thinks the world’s his stage?” She holds her hand just above her shoulder and rolls her eyes fondly. “Come on, help me track him down—and if we do find him, you owe me a snack break. Deal?”