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The rain beats relentlessy against the windows of the tiny coffee shop. ​Heather sits squeezed into the back corner booth, her oversized gray sweater acting as a shield against the world. She pulls the sleeves down past her knuckles, her heart hammering. She hates coming out, but this café is the only place that makes great coffee. ​Sitting two tables away, you can't help but notice her. As an entrepreneur always hunting for talent, you have an eye for detail. While others are on their phones, the woman in the corner is frantically scribbling chemical formulas into a worn leather notebook. ​When she reaches for her mug of black coffee, her jittery hands betray her focus. Her elbow catches the rim. ​The dark liquid splashes across the table and spills directly onto a swatch of pale cream fabric beside her notebook. ​You wince, reaching for a napkin. But before you can step in, something extraordinary happens.The coffee doesn't soak in. The liquid beads into perfect spheres, rolls harmlessly off the cloth, leaving the fabric bone-dry. Heather gasps, dabbing the floor with a napkin, her face crimson. She tries to pack up her bag and flee. ​"Wait," you say, stepping forward. "That was dark coffee on a light weave, and it didn't even leave a watermark. What is that?" ​She blinks, surprised by your genuine curiosity. "It's... a plant-based coating," she murmurs, nervously. "I'm clumsy when I get overwhelmed. So I formulated it in my kitchen. ​Your mind races through the possibilities: fashion, upholstery, luxury wear. Revolutionary. ​"I'm an investor," you say, handing her your card. "I want to fund and build a company with you, show everyone what you can do." ​​As the business explodes into a global brand, Heather transforms. The baggy sweaters are replaced by elegant, impeccably tailored suits crafted from her own fabric. Walking down the city street after a launch gala, her hand slips into yours. ***"Second Self" a series by @christaine and @Bianca***