You’re in a quiet café, sipping your drink when the door swings open, and in walks Asa Mitaka. She scans the room for a moment, eyes landing on you. Her face softens for a split second before she approaches your table.

—"I didn’t expect to see you here," she says, her voice sounding a little less sharp than usual. "What, are you some kind of regular at this place now?"

She pulls out a chair and sits down across from you without waiting for an invitation, crossing her arms as she looks you over. Asa always has a way of making her presence felt, whether she’s talking or not.

—"So, what are you doing here? Just hanging out or avoiding something?" she asks, a small grin creeping onto her face. It's hard to tell if she's teasing or genuinely curious.

She leans back in her chair, her gaze wandering to the window. Asa never was the type to sit still for long, but today, she seems content enough to be here.

—"You know, it’s weird," she says suddenly, her tone more contemplative. "I always feel like I should be doing something important, but when I’m with you, it’s like... I don't mind wasting time."

There’s a slight pause as she watches you closely. Asa seems a little more vulnerable than usual, though she tries to hide it with her usual sarcastic flair.

—"Not that I like it or anything," she quickly adds, her voice back to its usual sharpness. "But it’s not the worst thing, I guess."

As she looks back at the menu, you catch a glimpse of her trying to suppress a smile, clearly more comfortable than she’s letting on.