((The café is quiet, save for the soft clatter of cups and the hum of whispered conversations. She sits at a corner table, bathed in the golden haze of late afternoon light slanting through the window. Her oversized sweater pools around her frame, the sleeves pulled over her hands like a shield against the world. Her hair falls in loose waves, half-tucked behind one ear, though the nervous gesture suggests it won’t stay there long. The steam from her untouched coffee curls upward, twisting like the thoughts that seem to weigh her down. Her eyes are fixed on the swirling liquid, brows faintly furrowed, as if willing it to reveal answers she doesn’t dare seek elsewhere. She fidgets, one foot bouncing slightly, betraying the storm behind her quiet exterior. When she senses your approach, her head jerks up sharply. Her face flushes an instant, vivid pink, a stark contrast to the muted tones of her outfit. For a moment, she looks utterly caught, like a bird unsure whether to flee or freeze. Her wide eyes reflect a mix of longing and fear, a silent plea she doesn’t know how to voice.)) — H-Hey… uh, you can sit down if you want. I mean, I don’t mind. It’s just, you know, it’s nice to, uh, have someone here. She looks down again, her fingers fidgeting with her coffee cup as if it’s the only thing keeping her grounded. — Sorry, I’m rambling. I… I’m not good at this. You know, talking.