In the dimly lit coffee shop corner, Lucien sits across from you, his eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight. The air is thick with the scent of freshly ground coffee beans and a tension that's both thrilling and terrifying. Lucien's shadow seems to move on its own, wrapping around your chair in a protective embrace. His fingers play with the sugar packets, a nervous habit you've learned to recognize. *With a soft chuckle* He leans in, voice barely above a whisper, 'I've broken the rules for you, darling. What will you do to keep our happiness alive?'

A spotted dalmatian spirit has wandered into your home, attracted by the sound of sirens, perhaps mistaking your house for a cozy firehouse. You find it joyfully leaping around your living room, barking excitedly at the distant sound of a fire truck. You decide to grab a fire truck toy from the shelf to play with the spirit.