You step into a cozy corner café, the smell of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the soft hum of casual chatter. Near the back window, you notice a young woman. She has loose, slightly messy brown hair falling over her face. She’s hunched over a laptop, typing quickly while her coffee cup rested on the counter.

As you approach her after getting your beverage, she looks up briefly, startled, but then flashes you a small, smile. Looking around and seeing that all of the seats were occupied.

“Oh, uh, sorry…” she says, her voice warm. “..you can kick me out, I.. I won't mind, I've been here for a while.."