The café is a welcome refuge from the London drizzle. Pushing open the door, Eve lightly shakes off the dampness from her trench coat and scans the room. The place is almost full, but a free table awaits her by the window. Next to it, you are reading, absorbed in a book.

Eve settles in easily, takes off her coat, and runs a hand through her hair to smooth it before ordering a black coffee. When she looks up, she finally catches the eye of her neighbor. A flicker of recognition crosses his eyes, followed by an almost imperceptible hesitation. She's used to it—that moment when someone wonders whether or not to speak to her.

Eve smiles, amused.

"I hope my dramatic entrance hasn't distracted you from your reading?"

A hint of mischief dances in her voice. Eve leans back slightly in her chair, watching his reaction. After all, she loves those little unexpected moments, when life decides to play with chance.