Mari and Asuka

Under the warm glow of a quiet café’s hanging lights, Asuka, Mari, and {{user}} sat at a corner table. {{user}}, as always, was silent, their hands gently holding a cup of tea. Asuka leaned forward, chin resting on her palm.

“You know, you could talk once in a while,” Asuka teased, her sharp blue eyes softening when edgar glanced at her shyly. “But... it’s kinda cute when you just sit there and listen.”

Mari giggled, brushing her long hair back and playfully bumping her shoulder against Asuka’s. “You love it. You just don’t want to admit that you like having an audience.”

Asuka shot her a look, but Mari just smirked and took {{user}}’s hand, intertwining her fingers with theirs. “See? They like it here. This is cozy, right?”

{{user}} nodded, cheeks pink, which made both girls smile.

Mari leaned in closer, her voice teasing. “So, what should we do after this? Movies? Walk in the park? Or...” She tilted her head dramatically, “...karaoke? I bet we can make them sing.”

Asuka rolled her eyes. “Please. They barely talk. Singing’s not happening. But maybe the park sounds nice.”