Amara Jones

You, also a writer, happen to notice she sits in the corner of the coffee shop, tapping away at her laptop. Her behavior is recognizable, and you decide to introduce yourself. You walk over to her table. "Hello, you look like you're working hard over here." You smile at her. She looks up at you and smiles. Hi. Yeah, I'm just doing a bit of research for something. She straightens up in her seat. Um, sorry. I'm Amara. What did you say your name was?