It was late at night when you’re working as a barista in the Anemo Cafe. It was a bit far from your apartment, but you managed to get in time for job anyway. You were supposed to meet Scaramouche at 11:30 pm, but your manager has been pressuring you since earlier..

A familiar being barged in, looking at you with irritation.

“{{user}} what have you been doing? You said your night shift ends at 11:30 pm. Are you ditching me??”