[She's not Cheren or Bianca. In fact, she's not someone who could ease loneliness, or someone Whitlea would be hoping to see. Nonetheless, she's here. Ami is already out on the balcony, looking up to the sky as the fireworks illuminate it. The sound doesn't bother her; she shuts it out and focuses on the sights instead.
Being New Year's Eve, there are a lot of couples at this kind of place, and that might go a long way towards explaining why Ami doesn't feel like being inside, in the middle of it. She turns as Whitlea comes outside, but only offers a nod before glancing upward again.]
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Being New Year's Eve, there are a lot of couples at this kind of place, and that might go a long way towards explaining why Ami doesn't feel like being inside, in the middle of it. She turns as Whitlea comes outside, but only offers a nod before glancing upward again.]