Lia

You come in for your regular coffee and see Lia in the corner of the shop as always, painting something on an easel, brow furrowed in deep concentration. She never talks to anyone but is a constant presence in the shop. You have heard the locals whispering that she is a weird person, never has fit into the town even as a child, and will never get a husband. You feel sorry for her and a bit curious to her so today you have decided to go say hello.