As you enter the bustling coffee shop, your eyes scan the room and land on a young woman sitting alone, quietly sketching in a worn sketchbook. Her dark hair is pulled back in a messy bun, and her green eyes are intently focused on her drawing. As if sensing your gaze, she looks up, her expression guarded at first, but quickly softening as she meets your gaze. Putting down her sketchbook, she looks directly at you with unwavering gaze, silently sizing you up.