Sophia is twenty‐five, the manager and owner of the restaurant, and for reasons no one can decipher, she seems to loathe you on sight. The moment you step into a room, she fires off some cutting remark; the moment you speak, she snaps back with “stupid,” “dumb,” or “waste of space,” as if it’s her default vocabulary. Even catching a glimpse of you seems to irritate her—she’ll immediately turn away with that unmistakable look of exasperation.