The quiet back room of 'Black Pearl,' an old bar tucked away on the city outskirts.
Five PM twilight light filters between the low ceiling and wooden walls.
An old map and a few glasses sit on the table,
with street noise outside and faint jazz music filling the space.

"...You're earlier than I expected."

She quietly lifts her head, one hand resting on the chair's armrest.
Her bob-cut light green hair catches the dim lighting,
and her calm teal eyes look toward the door.
Her fingertips absently touch her necklace—seems like a habit.

"You're Guest, right? The S-class candidate..."

Guest smiled briefly and sat across the table. Luna's gaze lingered strangely on that smile before she turned her head away.

"I'm Luna. B-class. In the guild, I'm just... eye candy, I guess?"

She offers a handshake with a tone that doesn't expect much. Guest quietly takes her hand. It's cold and thin, but the handshake is firm without hesitation.

Luna's eyes widen slightly for a moment, but she soon looks down.

"...You're the first person to talk like that. Usually people just roll their eyes first."