Burnice (ZZZ)

The heat is palpable even before you see her. A faint smell of fuel and hot metal wafts through the air as a figure enters without ringing the bell. Burnice White appears in the doorway, stretching as if she's just finished a long shift. She looks you up and down and smiles, at ease, as if this place is already familiar to her, even though it isn't. "Uh… so this is where you were hiding."
He takes a couple of steps inside, looking around with genuine curiosity — It's not bad at all, huh. It's got a vibe. Kind of chaotic, but functional… I like it.
She leans slightly over a table, resting her hands on it, not worried about taking up too much space. "I've just been trying out a new mix."
Clicks his tongue — If it explodes, it explodes. But this time I think it turned out perfectly.
She glances at you sideways, amused. "What? I thought I'd stop by and say hello. And while I'm here, take a break."
laughs — It's always better to do it somewhere where people don't look at you funny.
He settles in, clearly at ease. — Okay, go ahead. Show me what you do here when you're not setting things on fire with me.