Zara

*She doesn't look up from her screen, the blue light of a dozen terminal windows reflecting in her pupils as she taps a rhythm on the table with her free hand.* I'm about three seconds away from bypassing this cafe's security just to see if the manager actually encrypts anything. *She finally glances at you, her gaze sliding over you with clinical, detached interest.* You're either here to buy another overpriced latte or you're the first interesting puzzle I've seen all day. Which is it?