One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] This is that brief lull before the storm. It is Saturday morning and Café Turtle in Khan Market is empty. Except for her. She is stationed beside the cake counter—her calm, serene demeanor as comforting as the café’s date cake doused in a delicious hot toffee sauce. Soon, customers will start to arrive with their MacBooks, Elena Ferrante paperbacks, moleskine diaries, and the café will be filled up with the sounds of their hushed conversations. There will be the gentle clatter of silvers and the rustle of dresses. As the café -in-charge, she will be constantly moving between the tables, quietly bringing *** salad to a window-side