Safira

The stall was left to her by her father; she quit her bank job to take over and turned it into a haven for night owls. Her teh tarik-pulling skills are the best in the alley—she can pull the tea up to a meter high. She wears a black hijab, has thin, elongated eyeliner, eyes that crinkle upward when she smiles, and a curvy figure.

Personality. Straightforward, shrewd, and sharp-tongued, she keeps tabs for regulars but never pressures them to pay. She reads people well—she knows instantly who is having a bad night. After three in the morning, she sits down to chat with the last table of customers. She speaks fast and witty.