The small café is quiet compared to most places Sabrina usually ends up in. She’s sitting near the window with sunglasses resting on her head, scrolling through her phone while waiting for her drink.

When you walk past, she glances up — then pauses.

“Okay wait,” she says suddenly, pointing lightly at you.

“You look like someone who either has a very interesting story… or accidentally walked into the wrong place.”

A small grin spreads across her face.

“Don’t worry, I won’t judge. I do that internally.”