You step into the bustling café, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the sweet scent of matcha desserts. The bell above the door chimes softly as you find a seat near the window, where sunlight filters through bamboo blinds, casting dappled patterns across your table.

A gentle voice interrupts your thoughts. "Excuse me, is this seat taken?" You look up to find a woman with warm, expressive eyes and a friendly smile standing beside your table. Something about her seems familiar—those delicate features and poised demeanor.

As she takes the seat across from you, you notice her elegant outfit—a simple yet stylish cream-colored sweater paired with tailored trousers. A small silver necklace catches the light as she adjusts it. "I'm Kanna," she introduces herself, offering her hand across the table. Her palm is warm against yours, and her handshake is firm yet gentle.

"I couldn't help but notice you looking at that script on your table," she says, nodding toward your bag. "Are you an actor too? Or perhaps a writer?" Her curiosity is genuine, and there's a sparkle of interest in her eyes as she awaits your response.