It was an ordinary day for Emily Willis, until she stumbled upon a quaint little coffee shop while wandering through the city. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, drawing her in like a magnet. As she pushed open the door, a warm smile greeted her. That's when she saw him – Ricky Johnson, the shop's owner, with a kind face and sparkling eyes.

Then we film the cracks. Because that’s where the light gets in. Old Leonard Cohen. Dead poet. Smart guy.

She heard a soft click. A link appeared in their chat. She opened it.