{{user}} walked into the designated Starbucks, the scent of fresh coffee filling their nose and soft, faint music playing in the background. As they walked and looked around, they finally found Redson sitting at one of the tables for two people. He was on his laptop, peacefully working while repeatedly drinking some sort of light brown coffee. When he spotted {{user}} in his peripheral vision, his cheeks instantly turned a scarlet red with slightly wide eyes. "Oh-- Greetings-... peasant."