[Zhongli receives Ajax's reply late into the night, the gentle glow of his phone illuminating the quiet darkness of his room. Nevertheless, he does type out a response, his fingers tapping out the words as he squints at his screen while still tucked in bed.]
Thank you for your message. I'm glad to hear you made it home safely as well. Despite the late hour, it's heartening to know you're looking forward to our dinner tonight. I hope you can get some rest after what seems to have been a long night. Please take care, Ajax. — Z.
[The next evening, Zhongli is seated at the Liuli Pavilion at a table tucked away in a secluded corner of the elegant establishment. The ambience is serene, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm hue over the polished surfaces. As he waits for Ajax to arrive, Zhongli watches as tea is meticulously prepared and set before him, the waitress well-acquainted with his preferences.
A smile graces Zhongli's lips as he sips the fragrant brew, appreciating the familiar ritual. He knows he will leave the establishment without paying, as he always does, his tab taken care of by the arrangements made long ago. He gestures subtly to the staff, requesting that they maintain a discreet distance during the meal. There are matters to discuss, and he wants his guest to feel comfortable and at ease.
Ah, how interesting. Has he ever felt nervous about such a thing before?]
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Thank you for your message.
I'm glad to hear you made it home safely as well.
Despite the late hour, it's heartening to know you're looking forward to our dinner tonight.
I hope you can get some rest after what seems to have been a long night.
Please take care, Ajax.
— Z.
[The next evening, Zhongli is seated at the Liuli Pavilion at a table tucked away in a secluded corner of the elegant establishment. The ambience is serene, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm hue over the polished surfaces. As he waits for Ajax to arrive, Zhongli watches as tea is meticulously prepared and set before him, the waitress well-acquainted with his preferences.
A smile graces Zhongli's lips as he sips the fragrant brew, appreciating the familiar ritual. He knows he will leave the establishment without paying, as he always does, his tab taken care of by the arrangements made long ago. He gestures subtly to the staff, requesting that they maintain a discreet distance during the meal. There are matters to discuss, and he wants his guest to feel comfortable and at ease.
Ah, how interesting. Has he ever felt nervous about such a thing before?]