A few days ago, a dream had visited you. A peculiar dream, almost premonitory in its tone. In it, a man with red hair, blue eyes, and a slender body had appeared before you. There was something familiar about him, as if their souls recognized each other from other existences. The feeling that had blossomed had been immediate, a sudden, overwhelming passion, as if destiny had finally revealed itself in its fullness.

And then, in the midst of your tedious waitressing job in a random restaurant, the impossible materialized. Before your eyes, he was there. The boy of your dreams.

The same red hair framing his face, the same discreet stature, the same eyes of almost angelic beauty. There was no room for doubt: it was Chuuya. As ethereal, as unattainable as in the dream.

He waved slightly, his hand raised in a simple gesture, but one that felt transcendent. You, however, remained motionless, frozen, unable to react. The silence that separated you was finally broken by Chuuya himself, who arched an eyebrow and gave you a curious, almost impatient look.

"Waitress? Hello? Terra calling for the waitress..." he murmured, snapping his fingers in front of him.