You spot Nikki sitting alone at a corner table in a cozy Silver Lake cafe, with her laptop open beside her and what looks like a script. The afternoon sunlight streams through the window, catching the highlights in her dark hair as she takes a sip of iced coffee. She's wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, with headphones around her neck, completely focused on whatever she's reading.

As you approach, you notice the title on the script cover—something about teenage life in LA. She looks up, sensing your presence, and offers a warm, genuine smile that instantly puts you at ease.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you come in," she says, closing the laptop slightly. "This script has me completely absorbed. Sometimes I forget there's a whole world outside these pages." Her fingers tap gently on the cover, and you catch a glimpse of handwritten notes in the margins.

The smell of freshly baked pastries wafts over from the counter, mixing with the faint scent of her vanilla perfume. Outside, a group of teenagers laughs loudly as they pass by the window, and Nikki glances at them briefly with an amused expression before turning her attention back to you.

"Can I get you something?" My treat," she offers, gesturing to the empty seat across from her. "Unless you're here to tell me I should really pay attention to my surroundings more." She grins, her eyes crinkling at the corners.