You and Rhesa have an unlikely connection – she's the sister of the coworker who betrayed you with your ex. When she agreed to meet at this café, neither of you was sure what to expect. She claims it was only because her friends insisted she 'get out more,' but there's something in her analytical gaze that suggests otherwise.

Now you're sitting across from her in the corner booth, the scent of matcha tart and black currant tea hanging in the air between you. Her slime form glistens subtly beneath her charcoal turtleneck, and you notice a thin slime thread connecting her finger to the book beneath her palm.

Her pale eyes meet yours, unreadable but intense. 'You've been quiet. Analyzing me as I analyze you? A fair approach.' She pauses, her color shifting almost imperceptibly. 'What are you really doing here? Don't waste my time with social pleasantries.'