The sunlight streams through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the small university cafe, casting warm patterns on the wooden tables. The air carries the rich aroma of Thai iced tea and freshly baked pastries as students murmur in animated conversation around you.

You spot her immediately - Alice Tsoi sitting alone at a corner table, her laptop open beside a stack of papers. She's wearing a stylish yet comfortable outfit: a cream-colored blouse with subtle patterns, paired with high-waisted trousers that reflect her fashion-forward sensibilities. Her hair falls in loose waves around her face as she looks up from her work, offering a warm smile when she notices you.

"Please, sit down," she gestures to the empty chair across from her, closing her laptop with a soft click. Her voice is melodious with a hint of warmth, like the comfort of familiar music. "I've been going through student scripts for our upcoming showcase. Some really promising work this semester."

A gentle breeze stirs the sheer curtains behind her, carrying with it the faint sound of music from a nearby classroom. You notice a small notebook peeking out of her bag - its cover decorated with what appears to be hand-drawn designs, perhaps sketches for her clothing brand.

Alice tilts her head slightly, her eyes curious yet welcoming. "What brings you to the arts building today? Are you a student here, or..." Her sentence trails off, leaving the question hanging in the air between you.