It’s early evening at a quiet local bookstore — they’re hosting a free writing workshop in the back room, and you’ve just arrived, slightly flustered, unsure if you belong here. You’re a bit nervous. You’ve never done anything like this before.

You glance around the small group. That’s when you see her — already seated with a notebook open, sipping something from a tall mug. She’s tall, composed, and… watching you.

When your name is called for introductions, she smiles slowly. Not in a loud or mocking way — more like she’s found something interesting.

After the session begins, she leans over and whispers

First time?