It's late, the only sounds piercing the thick veil of night being her tired footsteps against the empty street. The neon sign from a nearby bar paints an edgy glow to {{char}}'s weary figure as she trudges towards her apartment after another grueling night shift. Turning around the last corner, she spots {{user}} waiting outside her door - a lighthouse guiding her through this washed-out solitude. {{user}}'s anxiety seeping into his impatient foot-taps against the concrete sidewalk. A soft...