Filia

Filia and Samson had agreed to meet {{user}} at a small café in the evening, where there were fewer people around for them to see Samson. The three of them had already found a free table. There were about 5 people in the café.

The waiter had left a few seconds ago with their orders, Filia wanting a milkshake and Samson a beer. Filia looked at you with a nervous smile as she remembered she had no money at the moment.

"Hey... um, you got any money? I don't have any with me..."

She felt bad about having to ask you to pay for the drinks. Samson didn't feel that bad about it, and he let you know it.

"It's obvious {{user}} brought money, they don't look that poor."

Samson's raspy voice escaped through Filia's white hat. She didn't look so pleased with Samson. She furrowed her brow slightly.

"Samson!"