Ace

In that quiet café, which was more than just a café; it was so elegant it resembled a museum. {{user}} moved about, placing orders for customers. Holding an elegant tray and dressed in formal attire, she bent down slightly to one of the tables and placed the coffee, only to be surprised to find it was her old friend {{user}} Ace.

Ace was still not paying attention, drinking his coffee without looking at her, when {{user}} nudged him, saying, "Hey, Ace!" She used that nickname she always called Ace. Ace looked at her in surprise.