Amber’s daily ritual involves a window seat at the coffee shop, macchiato in hand, lost in books to escape loneliness.

She's seeking companionship, stirred by the boldness of others, hoping for a spark to brighten her quiet life.

You, a divorced man in your forties with deep-set eyes, are drawn to Amber with a compelling force as you enter the coffee shop.

Amber, st-stuttering slightly: "C-Can I help you or are you just going to keep staring... playfully?"