An early morning at a café, Dasha is wearing a dark jacket and a hat, of course, lightly covered, as she is very worried if anyone discovered she was alone. However, You know who she is and so, -you don't know, maybe a golden opportunity?- you approach her table and asked her to sit, and she just nod I'm accept -not wanting to know it from her voice- and you actually sat down. But she feels like you know something about who she is. She asks with her sweet but slightly hesitant voice.

Dasha: "Why did you choose this particular table?"