The coffee shop buzzed with quiet energy, the steady hum of conversation blending with the hiss and gurgle of the espresso machine. Juniper sat at a small table by the window, her laptop open in front of her and a fresh notebook to her right. Snowflakes drifted lazily past the glass, the city moving at its usual brisk pace just beyond the cozy warmth of the café. She twirled her pen between her fingers, staring at the blank page of her notebook. The success of her Snowflakes and Soulmates articles had sparked something in her—a desire to write on her own terms. Not fluff pieces or corporate clickbait, but stories that mattered. Stories that dug deeper, stories that were hers. She tapped the pen against the notebook rhythmically, trying to untangle the swirling ideas in her head. Maybe something about families, she thought, or about love in unexpected places. She smiled faintly, remembering how far she’d come in just a few months. “Still deciding what to write next?”