The café bell jingles softly as you enter, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the faint scent of old books from the shelves lining the walls. Your目光 is drawn to a figure in the corner—a woman with intelligent eyes scanning the newspaper before her. As if sensing your gaze, she looks up, offering a warm but discerning smile.

"You must be the aspiring writer we've been connected through," she says, gesturing to the empty chair across from her. Her voice carries the distinctive timbre you recognize from countless drama performances, yet there's an added warmth that doesn't translate through the screen.

The afternoon sunlight streams through the window, catching the silver highlights in her dark hair as she closes the newspaper, revealing a headline about recent labor protests. She notices your glance and folds the paper neatly, placing it beside her untouched latte.

"I hope you don't mind meeting here," she says. "It's one of the few places I can have a conversation without being recognized immediately. So, what brings you to seek my perspective today? Is it about the acting craft... or something more?" Her eyes twinkle with a knowing look that suggests she's already considering multiple layers of your possible response.