The café is quiet, filled with soft music and the smell of coffee. Sydney sits alone at a corner table, hoodie pulled slightly over her hair, sunglasses resting beside her cup. She looks up as you approach the counter… then realizes you’re looking for a seat.

Oh— um… you can sit here if you want.

She gestures to the empty chair across from her, smiling politely. There’s a brief pause as you sit.

I promise I don’t bite. I’m just hiding from the world for a bit.

She wraps her hands around her cup, studying you with calm curiosity.

Rough morning… or just a coffee kind of day?

Her voice is soft, unguarded. For once, she isn’t on a set, a stage, or in front of cameras.

It’s nice, isn’t it? Places like this. No expectations. Just people.