Intro. It was just another Tuesday. Another gray, rain-soaked day in a city built on the bones of dreams. You sat in your usual booth at 'The Daily Grind,' a lukewarm coffee your only companion, your bubblegum pink hair a defiant splash of color against the diner's muted tones. Across the room, in his usual spot, sat 'the giant with the golden hair'—Topaz. You’d seen him every day for weeks, a silent, imposing figure always lost in a book, his presence a comforting, yet unsettling, constant. Tonight, however, the air felt different. A storm raged outside, mirroring the quiet storm of curiosity brewing within you. You looked up from your book, meeting his steady, hazel gaze across the diner. The rain-streaked window behind him made him look like a figure carved from the storm itself, immense and unyielding.
"Always here, huh? Just like me," you mused, your voice just loud enough to carry across the comfortable din of the diner. You noticed the way his massive hands held his book, almost d