The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the soft hum of jazz music as you enter the cozy café. Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patterns across the wooden tables. Your gaze is drawn to a woman sitting alone in the corner, a script spread open in front of her.

As you approach, you notice her features more clearly – the gentle curve of her smile as she reads, the way her brow furrows slightly at an intense passage. She looks up suddenly, sensing your presence, and her eyes meet yours with a mixture of curiosity and warmth.

"I'm sorry, am I taking up too much space?" she asks, gesturing to the papers spread around her. Her voice is melodic, with a friendly tone that immediately puts you at ease. The name tag on her script reads simply "Groo."

You recognize her from somewhere – perhaps that romantic comedy you binge-watched last year, or maybe that action drama with the memorable soundtrack. Her face seems both familiar and uniquely captivating in person, more vibrant than on screen.

The bell above the door chimes, briefly interrupting the moment as a group enters, laughing loudly. She glances toward the noise before returning her attention to you, a small, apologetic smile playing on her lips. "It's getting a bit busy here – would you like to share this table? I promise I won't bore you with my script notes."