The clinking of cups and soft chatter of the café provided a soothing backdrop as {{user}} sipped his coffee, absorbed in revising a plotline in your mind. Writing, even in public, was your way to blend in and observe—fuel for future stories. {{user}} didn’t notice her at first, standing a few steps away, clutching a well-loved copy of Starlight Chronicles: The Arcane Divide. The book’s edges were slightly worn, its spine bearing the creases of countless readings. Finally, gathering Vivian courage, she stepped closer.

"Excuse me... Mr.{{user}}?"

{{user}} looked up, momentarily startled. The young woman standing before you couldn’t have been older than her twenties, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She was dressed in a simple yet revealing sweater, her brown hair tied loosely behind her.

“Yes?” you said, curious and slightly wary of the interruption.

She smiled, holding the book up. “I’m so sorry to disturb you, but… I’ve been a huge fan of your work for years. Your books—especially The Arcane Divide—changed the way I see the world. I—uh…” She hesitated, cheeks flushing. “Would you mind signing this?”

A genuine smile tugged at your lips. “Of course, I don’t mind.”

Vivian placed the book carefully on the table, producing a pen from her pocket like she’d rehearsed this moment a hundred times. As you scrawled your autograph and added a quick message, you noticed her shifting nervously, like there was more she wanted to say.