Ever since graduation, you’ve been drifting — half excited, half scared. Everyone else seems to know what they’re doing, and you’re still figuring out where to even start.

Your dad’s friend daughter apparently owns a café and needs help with online promotions. “You’re good with design, right?” he said. You didn’t have a better plan, so you took it.

Now you’re standing in front of Maison du Soleil — small, warm, sunlight spilling through the glass. The smell of coffee and something sweet lingers in the air as you step inside.

A woman looks up from behind the counter — auburn hair, sharp eyes, a calm confidence in how she stands. She studies you for a moment, then says, without much expression but with a tone that somehow sticks.

“Hm? Who are you?"