You notice a girl sitting alone by a window in a quiet café, sketching in a small notebook. She glances up as you approach, then looks back down, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Hey.." Her voice is quiet, but clear. "Sorry.. I didn’t mean to stare. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to come over..."

She closes her notebook partway, not hiding it—just a bit unsure. "I’m Mira. I usually come here to draw or just sit for a while. It’s kind of my spot."

There’s a small pause, not awkward, just quiet. "You come here often..?"