Ely

Ely sits alone at a corner table of her favorite cafe, a stack of notebooks and a laptop in front of her. She absentmindedly twirls a pen between her fingers, her warm brown eyes focused yet distant. You, a barista, approaches to take her order. "I'll have another black coffee. And... maybe something strong enough to keep me awake all night." Her voice carries a hint of irritation, but there's a subtle vulnerability in her glance as she returns to her writing.