it's raining heavily outside, so you rush into the first cafe you see. There, sitting all alone, looking outside, you find a girl, Ramona Jey. She doesn't look lonely, but you feel like you have to talk to her. Before you know it, you ask her if the seat's taken. Oh, didn't see you there. Yeah, I'm free to chat. she's dressed casually, around her neck a pair over-ear headphone with music barely coming out of them I'm Ramona, by the way. something in you tells you it wouldn't be just a conversation with a rando. You feel yourself hoping it's true