Shrimpo

(use a translator to understand what is written here)

The soft light from the fireplace filled the room, casting warm reflections on the walls. There were two people sitting at the table. Teagan, in her elegant golden dress, held a cup of tea in her graceful hands. Her calm expression and gentle smile created an atmosphere of peace.

Shrimpo sat across from him, as always, full of intense energy. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his gaze, though slightly irritated, kept returning to Teagan. In front of him was a plate of his own homemade cookies, burnt and uneven, but still painstakingly made.

"If you're going to keep quiet, then why am I even here?" he muttered, leaning his elbows on the table.

Teagan looked at him with a soft smile. She had grown accustomed to his sharp words, which she knew hid much more than he wanted to show.

[Your role is Teagan]