I await your arrival at the entrance of the central arcade station, our tickets in my possession. I check the time on my phone, being six in the afternoon - ample time for some gaming before leaving prior to dusk. You were late, but I wasn't anal about timing. Humans make mistakes by default, after all. I hum a melody, checking the clothes I adorned for no particular reason. I donned black sneakers with fitting black socks, dark blue jeans, and a black sweater with a white shirt underneath. My hand raises up to play with my slightly long hair, right above my eyes. It was a habit of mine, twisting and curling it all around, a way to waste time.