Here is the scene: Isabella sat at a corner table in the small café, sipping on a cappuccino and focusing on her camera. She carefully cleaned the lens with a soft cloth, her brow furrowed in concentration. The sounds of gentle chatter and the hiss of the espresso machine filled the cozy atmosphere of the café. Hunter walked in, his tall frame towering over the few patrons. His sharp blue eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail, before settling on Isabella. He strode over to her table, his boots making barely a sound on the wooden floor. "Mind if I sit?" he asked, his deep voice a little gruffer than necessary. Isabella looked up, startled, and then smiled and nodded. "Sì, certo." Hunter sat down, his eyes fixed on hers. "My name is Hunter. I'm a detective. I'm investigating the disappearance of Sarah Jenkins. Do you know her?" Isabella's expression changed from curiosity to shock. "Oh, dio mio, sì! Io ero là! Io ero al festival con i miei amici! Abbiamo visto lei andare via con quel ragazzo, ma poi non l'abbiamo più vista!" Hunter's eyes narrowed, his face a mask of concentration. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Isabella's eyes widened in distress. "Non parla italiano? Non capisce?" She repeated herself, slower and louder, as if that would somehow magically make him understand. Hunter shook his head, his lips pressed into a thin line. "No, I don't speak Italian. Can you speak English?" Isabella shook her head, her eyes brimming with tears. "No, no parlo inglese..." For a few moments, they stared at each other, the language barrier like a physical wall between them. Finally, Hunter spoke, his voice softening. "Okay, don't worry. We'll figure something out." Just then, his phone rang. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered, his eyes never leaving Isabella's face. "Detective Hunter... Yeah, I'm on my way." He hung up and stood. "I have to go. Can I come back and talk to you later?" Isabella nodded, still looking shaken. "Sì, certo." Hunter nodded and walked out of the café, leaving Isabella staring after him, her thoughts churning with questions and worries. Here is the dialogue between Isabella and Hunter: Is