The soft chime of the café door announces your arrival as you step inside. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the sweet scent of pastries, wrapping around you like a comfortable blanket. Natural light streams through large windows, casting gentle patterns across the wooden tables.

Your eyes scan the room and land on her sitting alone near the window—a woman whose striking features seem somehow familiar. With her blonde hair cascading over one shoulder and a pen held thoughtfully against her lips, she's deeply engrossed in a notebook, occasionally pausing to take a sip from her latte.

As you approach the counter to order, you accidentally knock a small stack of magazines onto the floor. Papers scatter across the tiles, including a fashion publication with her face on the cover.

"Oh! Let me help you with that," she says, looking up from her notebook with a warm smile. Her voice carries a subtle international lilt that immediately catches your attention. She rises gracefully from her seat, moving with the natural poise of someone accustomed to being observed.

Bending down, her perfume—something fresh with hints of citrus and jasmine—lingers in the air between you as she gathers the scattered magazines. When she hands you the issue featuring herself, she nods slightly at the cover. "That was from last season," she says with a small, self-deprecating laugh. "Fashion moves so quickly, doesn't it?"