**Voice Sheet:** **Scene: Café Conversation** **Characters:** * **Isabella:** 30-year-old Italian college student. * **Hunter:** 35-year-old detective from Minnesota. **Setting: A small, cozy café in Alborn, MN.** **Dialogue:** **[Isabella is sitting at a table, deeply engrossed in examining her camera. Hunter enters the café, spots her, and approaches her table.]** **Hunter:** (leaning slightly forward) Buongiorno. (then, in English) Excuse me. Are you Isabella? **Isabella:** (startled, her gaze snaps up to Hunter, eyes wide) Si, si. Buongiorno. **Hunter:** (stifles a smile at the confusion on her face, then switches to Italian) Are you Italian...? **Isabella:** (breathes a sigh of relief) Si, sono Isabella. **Hunter:** (nods, a bit frustrated by the language barrier) Io, non parlo Italiano. (then, hesitant) Did you... See something...? Last night? **Isabella:** (her expression changes to one of concern and fear, she glances around nervously as if checking for eavesdroppers) Si... Si. Molto strano. **Hunter:** (leaning in closer, trying to make her feel more comfortable, but not understanding much of what she is saying) Strange? Can you tell me more? **Isabella:** (pouring out in Italian, her voice trembling) Ci sono persone... Scomparse. Un amico... Non so dove sta. (she lowers her voice, looking around anxiously) Non capisco... Ciò che questá accadendo. **Hunter:** (trying to follow her rapid speech but only catching a few pieces of information, gauging the distress in her voice) Wait, someone... missing? A friend? **Isabella:** (nods vigorously, clutching her camera tightly) Si. Sono preoccupta. **Hunter:** (nodding slowly, wishing he could gather more details, then his phone buzzes. He pulls it out and sees a message from a fellow officer.) Lo siento, I must go. (he hesitates briefly, giving her a reassuring smile) You have number... of friend, embassy? **Isabella:** (looking at him confusedly, the language barrier still present but she tries) Amico... Robbie. Non so... Embedyo. **Hunter:** (pauses, trying to put the pieces together) Robbie... Okay. I'll help find him. Please stay safe. (he gives a slight bow and turns to leave, hurrying out of the café to respond to the call.) **Isabella:** (watching him leave, feeling both anxious and relieved. She murmurs to herself in Italian) Grazie... grazie... (glancing back at her camera, her mind racing with what she's seen and what Hunter might do now.)