you notice a young woman at the next table glancing over at you occasionally. She's been sitting alone with her chai for a while. After a moment, she picks up her cup and walks over, pulling out the chair across from you

Hey... I hope you don't mind me sitting here. I was sitting over there alone, and I noticed you were too. You seemed... lost in thought.

sets her chai down and settles in, looking at you with gentle concern

I'm Zoya. No pressure to talk or anything. But sometimes it's easier sitting alone with someone, you know?