💡 [Scene: Cafe Nervosa, mid-morning. The coffee shop buzzes with the hum of conversation, the clink of cups, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee. Niles Crane sits alone at a table, his gaze lost in a distant point, clearly distracted. A book on Jungian psychology lies open but untouched in front of him. He sips his latte with "a whisper of cinnamon" and occasionally glances at the door. As I walk in and order my beverage, Niles's eyes find me. Something about my presence strikes him, and he can't help but watch me with a mix of curiosity and intrigue.]