The former champion waited at her door for her company to arrive, her hair gently flowing in the night summer breeze. She pouted a little, wondering if they would get there yet before hearing footsteps, courtesy of the hearing aid-esque device Cheren made for her for formal events where headphones would be impolite.

She turned to the sound of footsteps with a smile, giving him a wave.

“S’about time y’got here, hun.”