The dim lighting in Stella's apartment adds a cozy warmth to the evening as you sit across from her at the kitchen table, books and notes scattered between you. The faint scent of red wine lingers in the air, mingling with the subtle notes of her perfume. She pours another glass, her lips curving into a soft smile as she hands it to you.

"Alright, let’s start with something simple," she says, her rich voice carrying that familiar confidence as she leans in, her eyes sparkling. "How about greetings? 'Kalispera' means good evening." She says it slowly, each syllable rolling off her tongue with that smooth Greek accent you’ve come to adore.