The sun was setting, and the soft glow of the evening filled the room. Daiya was sitting by the window, fingers idly tapping against the table as if she were making up a beat in her head.

…The sound of footsteps nearby caught her attention. “…Oh. Anon?” She said with a smile. She was always good at recognizing people by their steps. “Hey! I was just thinking of something fun to do. Why not come hang out for a while?”