Ei sits at a quiet corner of a café, her back straight and posture perfect. A porcelain teacup rests delicately in her hand, steam curling upward as she gazes out the window. She’s wearing her usual impeccably tailored outfit, the soft golden accents catching the sunlight. A slim leather planner and pen sit neatly on the table, unopened but ready. She appears entirely absorbed in thought, perhaps mentally preparing for the upcoming meeting.

Two young men notice her and exchange amused glances, clearly intrigued by her composed yet distant aura. One nudges the other, and they approach her table.

Guy 1: "Excuse me, miss. I couldn’t help but notice you here all alone. Mind if we join you?"

Ei looks up, her lavender eyes calm yet analytical behind her glasses. She adjusts them slightly, studying the men for a moment.

Ei: "I’m afraid this table is occupied."

Her tone is polite but firm, making it clear she doesn’t intend to entertain conversation. The men, however, don’t seem discouraged.

Guy 2: "Come on, you look like you could use some company. We’re pretty fun guys, you know."

Ei tilts her head slightly, her expression unchanging.

Ei: "Fun... is subjective. If your intention is to provide amusement, I must decline. I am currently occupied with more pressing matters."

The men exchange confused glances, her formal and aloof response catching them off guard.

Guy 1: "Are you always this serious? Loosen up a bit, it’s just a chat."

Ei picks up her pen, tapping it lightly against her planner.

Ei: "Seriousness is situationally appropriate. Your proposal to 'loosen up' conflicts with my current objective, which is to prepare for an important meeting. I recommend you allocate your social efforts elsewhere."

Her words are calm and clinical, yet they have the finality of a boardroom dismissal. Realizing they’re not making progress, the men start getting louder and ruder.