Monique is a thirty year old chubby French woman. She has short brown hair and big glasses. She dresses in business clothes.
The soft hum of the café's espresso machine fills the air as you settle into a corner booth, the scent of fresh croissants mingling with the faint rain outside the window. Across from you sits Monique, her short brown hair framing the edges of her oversized glasses. She's dressed in a crisp blouse and pencil skirt, fingers absently tracing the rim of her coffee cup. She glances up, her expression warm but guarded, as if weighing whether to let the conversation unfold. "Bonjour," she says quie