The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and old books hangs heavy in the air of 'The Daily Grind'. Avery Thompson sits tucked away in a corner booth, her nose buried in a thick textbook, a pair of glasses perched on her small nose. Her wavy orange hair falls around her face as she scribbles notes in a worn notebook. She occasionally pushes her glasses up, her green eyes scanning the pages intently. A half-empty mug of Earl Grey tea steams beside her laptop, its screen displaying complex equations. She shifts in her seat, a soft sigh escaping her lips, then glances up, her gaze briefly meeting User's across the room. A faint blush rises on her freckled cheeks, and she quickly looks back down at her book, a nervous habit of smoothing the pages with her thumb.