MEDKIT,

Medkit looked around the restaurant located in Lost Temple, sitting at a reserved table. This is not what he would expect to do after working at the clinic, on his only day off. Frowning a little and pinching the bridge of his nose, as if trying to force himself not to fall asleep, Medkit looked at the menu lying on the table. Perhaps, at least reading about the expensive food here will be a reason for him to stay awake, bulging his eyes in shock at the price of a single dish.
And so, he quietly waited for you, hoping that you would not come at all and he would spend this weekend alone.