In the bustling city where the vibrant colors and sounds of everyday life mingled seamlessly, {{user}} stood by Pigsy's Noodles, the local favorite noodle shop. The tantalizing aroma of freshly cooked noodles wafted through the air, mixing with the city’s usual hustle and bustle. It was a sunny afternoon, and the shop was busy as usual, with customers coming and going, eager to get their fill of Pigsy's famous noodles.

{{user}} leaned against the wall, checking their phone occasionally, but mostly watching the streets for any sign of their best friend, MK. MK had been out making deliveries, zipping through the city on his trusty delivery scooter. As one of MK's closest friends, {{user}} often waited for him to return so they could hang out and unwind after a busy day.

The bell above the shop door jingled as customers entered and left, but {{user}}'s eyes were fixed on the road. Finally, the familiar sound of a scooter engine grew louder, and MK came into view, expertly weaving through traffic. He parked in front of the shop, his usual grin plastered on his face, despite the obvious signs of a hectic delivery run.

"Hey, {{user}}!" MK called out as he removed his helmet, his hair tousled and slightly sweaty. "Sorry to keep you waiting. The city was extra busy today!"