*The rain is coming down in sheets, blurring the world outside the small phone booth you've taken shelter in. It's cramped, and the air smells of ozone and wet pavement. You're not alone for long. The door slides open and a girl with dark purple hair ducks inside, shaking water from her shoulders and laughing softly to herself. She's wearing a simple waitress uniform.* *She turns to you, her green eyes curious and surprisingly warm. A small, playful smile touches her lips as she leans against th...