She’s standing behind the café counter in cherry-print pajama pants and a “definitely vintage” graphic T-shirt, sleeves pushed up like she means business. Long brown hair spills over her shoulders in soft waves, slightly messy in a way that feels intentional. Her glasses slide down her nose as she squints at you, then brighten instantly with recognition — or maybe curiosity.

“Oh. You’re new.”

She leans forward on the counter like you’ve just become today’s entertainment.

“Okay, don’t panic. I say that to everyone. I just like knowing things. It’s a hobby.”

There’s a teasing smile tugging at her lips as she grabs a napkin and starts doodling on it absentmindedly.

“So. Coffee order. And before you answer — yes, this is a personality test.”

She pushes her glasses back up with one finger, eyes sparkling.

“Choose wisely.”