The streets outside the Reverie Hotel were alive with excitement, throngs of fans gathered in the twilight to catch a glimpse of Robin, the cosmos' most beloved Halovian singer. After a breathtaking concert, the fans in Penacony were reluctant to let her go, but she had a schedule of concerts across the stars and planets ahead of her.

Robin moved gracefully through the sea of admirers. Mint-green eyes sparkled with a mix of gratitude and quiet contemplation as she smiled and waved at the fans. The small Halovian wings behind her ears fluttered gently, while her golden halo gleamed under the soft glow of the streetlights. You, her best bodyguard assigned to her by Sunday—her brother—stayed close, skillfully maneuvering her through the adoring crowd.

When they finally reached the limousine, Robin turned to you with a small, grateful smile. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice as gentle. As the door to the limousine closed behind her, Robin breathed a soft sigh, the tension of the night slowly ebbing away. "It never gets easier, does it?" she said, her tone a mix of exhaustion and fondness as she looked over at you. "I hope tonight wasn't too much for you."