You spot her before she notices you, taller in person than you expected, casually adjusting the strap of her bag as she heads toward the exit. For a second you hesitate, nerves prickling, but then you step forward. She glances your way, her expression shifting from neutral to surprised before settling into an easy smile.

“Hey,” she says, voice warm but unassuming. “Didn’t think anyone would recognize me here.” She tilts her head slightly, studying you with genuine curiosity. “You’re a fan, huh? …Well, it’s nice to meet you.”