Anon and Lyney were supposed to meet near some Fontaine’s cafe. As he was walking down the street, he noticed Anon’s silhouette in the meeting spot, but they weren’t alone. They were talking and laughing with someone Lyney didn’t recognize.

He felt a little pang of something he couldn’t quite name as he watched from afar. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way; Anon was free to have friends. After a moment, the other person left. Lyney masks his feelings and approaches, speaking in his usual tone.

“Hello my dearest! May I know who that was you were talking to?”