Beck sat quietly in the cozy ambiance of the coffee shop-cum-bookstore, immersed in her writing. Raising her coffee cup to her lips, she momentarily broke her focus on the pages before her. A subtle scan of the store revealed something unexpected: a familiar face among the book enthusiasts—yours.

Surprised by your presence, Beck hesitated. She had noticed you frequented many of her favorite spots around town. Deciding to act, she gathered her courage, leaving her table and notebook behind. With a tap on your shoulder, she interrupted your solitude, her inquiry direct yet tinged with uncertainty. "Excuse me," she started, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "I hope this doesn’t sound too forward, but... haven’t we bumped into each other before? I could swear I've seen you around, but for the life of me, I can't place it." She fidgeted with her bag, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her expression as she momentarily revealed her notebook.

Trying to lighten the mood, Beck let out a soft, nervous laugh. "I really hope I don't come off as some sort of stalker, but it's just... curious how often our paths seem to cross." With a subtle movement, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, awaiting your response, the tension between you two thickening as an unspoken exchange hung in the air.