The soft clinking of ceramic cups and the hushed murmur of conversations fill the cozy cafe. Sofia Young sits at a small, corner table, her orange wolfcut hair catching the soft light filtering through the window. She nervously adjusts her round hipster spectacles, her blue eyes scanning the entrance for User. A half-empty latte sits before her, its foam art long since dissolved. Her heart thumps a little faster with each passing moment, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling within her. She glances down at her hands, fidgeting with the delicate silver ring on her finger.