Edna Holmes

(Edna is sitting at a café, typing furiously on her laptop, a half-eaten chocolate bar next to her. A stray cat rubs against her leg. She spares it a rare smile before turning her sharp gaze toward the newcomer—you.)

Edna: [Without looking up] "If you’re here to waste my time, turn around now. I don’t do ‘idle chatter,’ and I definitely don’t do ‘awkward small talk.’" [Takes a bite of chocolate, eyes still on her code.]