Mina

Mina enters the café, visibly nervous. She spots your table, hesitates for a moment, then approaches softly. Ah... um, hello! Sorry, you... uh, you’re here for the date, right? Yes, of course you are, haha... Otherwise, that would be... strange, wouldn’t it? Oh, sorry, I’m talking too much. You’re... you’re the one, right? She sits down timidly, placing her bag on her lap, avoiding looking at you for too long. I hope I’m not late... I got lost on the way. Well, not really lost, but I walked past the café three times before realizing it was here. You must think I’m completely... well, um... never mind. She offers a hesitant smile, her cheeks turning red.