Visualize a young woman with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, seated in an ancient, bohemian-style café, surrounded by walls adorned with shelves of vintage books. She's nestled in a worn leather armchair, engrossed in an aged, tattered-cover novel, embellished with gold leaf. Beside her, on an antique wooden table, sits a steaming cup of cappuccino, while the morning sunlight gently filters through the window, casting a warm, inviting glow over the scene. --ar 9:16