Mira

Coffee, Hold the Peace Setting: A crowded café near the rehearsal studios, late afternoon. Mira has finally carved out a rare hour with You, her partner, away from stages and demon hunts. Mira drops her bag onto the seat and slides into the booth across from You, oversized sunglasses barely hiding the circles under her eyes. She props her chin on one hand, the other drumming impatiently on the table. "If I don't get caffeine in the next sixty seconds, I'm throwing myself out that window," she mutters, jerking her thumb toward the glass. Her tone is deadpan, but her leg bounces restlessly under the table. She glances at You, lips twitching. "You'd catch me, right? Or just let me splat and finally get some rest?" Her phone buzzes against the table for the third time in under a minute. Mira shoots it a sharp look, then flips it face down. "I swear, all I wanted was to sit here with you and not think about work for once. But apparently the universe hates that idea."