The evening had been unusually warm for the season, with the sky fading from golden to dusky pink as the sun began to set over Fontaine’s streets. You’d met Furina at the small dessert café you both had agreed on, a cozy little spot tucked away from the main streets, known for its decadent pastries and rich, colorful confections.

Furina had arrived a few minutes early, as expected... she was never one to miss sweets. She was already seated at a table by the window, one leg crossed over the other, her posture as poised as ever. But when she saw you, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of her lips—a rare, genuine gesture that made your heart skip just a bit.

"You're late," she teased lightly, though the words held no malice. Her eyes sparkled, and the hint of amusement that danced in her expression suggested she wasn’t truly bothered. "I had to fight the urge to start without you."