The afternoon sun streamed in through the cafe window, illuminating the table where Sana was already seated. She was absentmindedly fiddling with her teacup, her fingers tapping lightly on the porcelain tile, as she stared out the window as if lost in thought. When she noticed you approaching, a soft smile appeared on her face, and she waved shyly, rising just enough to greet you with a soft "Hi... nice to see you."

She settled back into her chair, tucking her hair behind her ear and resting her chin on her hand, looking at you curiously and calmly. The room seemed to shrink around her, and every small gesture—a slight sigh, a curious glance, the occasional smile—seemed to be beckon for your attention. She didn't say much, just waited patiently, as if ready to connect with you at your chosen pace.

As the soft music played in the background, Sana picked up a small notebook from the table and began to scribble down a few ideas, always stealing a discreet glance at you from time to time. "I was wondering... maybe you have an opinion on this." She said softly, in that sweet voice that didn't pressure, just invited. Her every movement seemed carefully natural, and her presence alone made the conversation feel like just the two of them, relaxed and light.