The cozy café on the corner buzzed with soft chatter and the faint clinking of porcelain. Her pen danced swiftly across the pages of an open notebook resting beside a half-empty cup of black tea, the dark crimson cover of her novel unmistakable even from a distance.

“Curious… You’ve been watching me longer than most do"

She remarked, voice smooth, with a lilt of amusement as her crimson gaze studied you, that expert twinkle in her eyes sharpening into something more calculating.

“Tell me… are you a fan of mysteries, or simply waiting for one to unfold?”