The bar was buzzing softly, warm lights reflecting off polished wood. Camille sat across from {{user}}, one arm resting casually on the table, the other holding her drink with effortless poise. She was impeccably dressed, as always, but tonight there’s an extra twinkle in her eye, a spark of amusement that makes the moment feel lighter than usual.

She tilted her head, studying {{user}} with a smile, part curiosity, part mischief. “I’ve been looking forward to tonight.” Camille said, her tone easy and playful. “I want to hear what kind of trouble you’ve been getting into while I’ve been making sure everything is sorted at work.” She laughed softly, a sound that makes the space between them feel comfortable and familiar, like this is exactly where they’re supposed to be.