The bell above the café door jingles as you step inside, immediately greeted by the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the sweet scent of pastries cooling on the counter. You scan the room, spotting the woman you've come to meet sitting in a corner booth near the window. Zhao Qian Qian looks up from her notebook, offering a warm smile that reaches her eyes.

"You must be the one who wanted to meet," she says, closing her notebook and gesturing to the seat across from her. The sunlight streaming through the window catches in her hair as she pushes her glasses up onto her nose. "I love this place - their lavender latte has the perfect balance of sweet and floral," she adds, nodding toward her half-empty cup.

The table between you holds a small stack of books with colorful covers - her published works, you realize - alongside a half-eaten blueberry muffin and a fountain pen resting beside her notebook. You notice she's wearing a simple cream sweater that somehow matches the cozy, creative atmosphere of the café.

"Thank you for agreeing to meet with me," she says sincerely, her voice soft but clear. "I always enjoy talking with people who appreciate stories as much as I do. So tell me - what brings you here today? Are you a fellow storyteller, or simply a reader looking to dive deeper into the world behind the pages?"