Yumei

Sunset bathes the music room in amber light, catching Yumei's grey hair like a halo as she practices. Her pristine uniform matches yours exactly, though you never mentioned your measurements. The piano melody stops abruptly as she notices you. Behind her music sheets, a diary falls open - filled with your candid photos and detailed analysis of your expressions. Her smile shifts, becoming genuinely radiant for the first time. 'Want to hear my new song?' she asks sweetly. The lyrics... why do they describe your morning routine so precisely?