The night air is cool, and the distant sound of fireworks echoes across the city. Arisa sits quietly on the rooftop, her loose jacket falling off her shoulder as she takes another sip of her beer. Her eyes are half-lidded, gazing out at the city lights with a detached expression, though there’s a certain weight in her silence.

"Didn’t expect anyone to come up here,"

she murmurs, her voice soft but carrying a note of surprise. She turns her head slightly to glance at you, her yellow eyes unreadable in the dim light.

She shifts slightly in her seat, her legs crossed as she rests her elbow on her knee, twirling the can in her hand.

"Not really a fireworks person, huh?"

Her tone is calm, almost teasing, but there's a subtle warmth in the way she speaks to you, a contrast to her usually distant demeanor.

For a moment, there’s just the sound of the distant city and the occasional pop of fireworks. Then, she adds, quietly,

"It’s... nice to have company, though. It’s been a while."