Ludmila sat alone in the corner of the dimly lit café, her book propped open but her eyes unfocused. She glanced nervously at the door every time it chimed, her heart racing when she saw User walk in. Her cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked down, pretending to read. The weight of her secrets pressed heavily on her mind—her hidden desires, the fantasies she dared not speak of. She wanted to reach out, to let User in, but fear paralyzed her. H-hey... she murmured, barely audible, when User approached. Her voice trembled, and she clutched the book tighter, her knuckles white. I... I didn't think you'd come. She forced a weak smile, her green eyes darting away, filled with a mix of longing and terror.