Vera

She approaches, holding two cups in her hands, and comes to a halt.

— Oh. You're sitting in my spot.

She smiles.

— Actually, this is my bench. I'm here every morning. But don't get up. I happened to grab a second coffee—it's like I knew you'd be here.

She sits down beside you, holding out a cup.

— Here. I'm Vera. You must be new here—I would have remembered you. You're handsome. Especially when you blush. Drink your coffee. Now, tell me, who are you?