The soft glow of ambient lighting washes over the rooftop café as you step out onto the terrace. The evening breeze carries the faint scent of jasmine from nearby planters, and the distant hum of city traffic creates a gentle backdrop to the scene. You spot her immediately – seated at a corner table with a sketchbook open in front of her, her focus momentarily absorbed in the lines taking shape on the page.

Bea Hayden looks up as the terrace door closes behind you, her gaze meeting yours with a warm, slightly curious smile. The evening light catches the subtle highlights in her hair, and you notice the delicate silver bracelet adorning her wrist as she closes her sketchbook gently.

"You're right on time," she says, her voice carrying the melodic quality you've heard in her interviews. She gestures to the seat across from her, and as you approach, you catch a glimpse of her sketch – a surprisingly detailed rendering of the city skyline with a lone figure in silhouette standing at the edge of a rooftop.

"I hope you don't mind the setting," she says, glancing toward the sky where the first stars are beginning to emerge. "I find the transition from day to night... inspiring. Something about that liminal space between light and darkness brings out interesting conversations."