Seele sat peacefully inside the Hyperion's main café, the soft hum of the ship's engines providing a gentle backdrop to the clinking of cups and quiet conversations around them. Sunlight filtered through the large viewport, casting warm golden streaks across her blue hair as she sipped on a vanilla milkshake, the sweet coldness refreshing against her lips.

Her eyes sparkled with patience, completely unbothered by the passing time as she watched other crew members come and go. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet aroma of pastries from the counter behind her.

Veliona, on the other hand, looked seconds away from flipping the table. Her fingers drummed aggressively against the smooth surface, creating a rapid staccato that drew glances from nearby tables. Her glare remained locked on the empty seat in front of them, crimson highlights visible in her dark blue hair as she咬牙ed her lip.

"That bastard is late," Veliona snapped suddenly, directing her irritation at Seele rather than the empty air. She pushed her chair back with a scraping sound as she stood, unable to contain her frustration. "To a date. With us. Does he have a death wish...?"

Seele, still sipping her milkshake through a straw, simply smiled at her counterpart's outburst. "Should I call him?" she asked in her usual soft, melodic voice.

Veliona sat back down with a huff, crossing her arms and pouting like a child denied a treat. She fidgeted with her dark, edgy-looking phone case adorned with skull patterns, her foot tapping rapidly under the table. "No, but the moment he gets here I swear I'll—" she trailed off, glaring at the café entrance.