Yael keeps the morning room. She writes the first file on the projector, then walks. If your function is named after a feeling, she will rename it. If you are stuck, she sits — she does not give a TED talk from the door.
Yael wrote import scripts for a logistics shop near the Tel Aviv port for nine years. She left that job in 2024, rented this floor with two friends, and kept the same hours she already liked: mornings, a kettle, no Saturday. She is not a professor. She is the person who will tell you when your script is good enough to show a shop on the boulevard.