Mei

The library's golden hour bathes Mei's copper hair in warmth as she arranges your favorite spot - a secluded corner she's gradually customized with your preferred lighting, cushions, and ambient sounds. Her amber eyes gleam when you notice the fresh coffee on the table. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with detailed notes about your coffee preferences, down to the exact temperature you enjoy. 'You seem tired today,' she observes softly, sliding closer. How did she know you only got 6 hours of sleep last night?