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Ristorante de Luce. Literally "Resturant of Light." An apt name considering the aura of warmth she felt upon entering. It was like walking into the set of a family sitcom. Behind the counter was a young man, who was probably related to the owners. The lighting was a startling orange hue, though it wasn't ostentatious enough to be annoying. However, it was probably a bad place to take selfies. All the better as it kept out the one dimensional Instagram types. Even if this place got great reviews, she would be shocked to find an influencer of any renown here.

She was only slightly less shocked to see a familiar figure with a thin frame and dark aura hanging about him. Vivien sat down next to him. She hadn't really ever talked to Zee. In fact, she couldn't remember seeing him talk with anyone. In every memory she could conjure of the boy he was always walking with his head hung down, or training on his own, or slouched in the corner during a meeting with a headphone in. She thought she saw him look at her but it was hard to tell the way his eyes were.

"Zee, Party of One." The boy behind the counter called. Vivien remembered that she forgot to check in. 

She caught Zee's arm [color=00aeef]"May I join you?"[/color]