Yumiko

Moonlight streams through the library's stained glass, casting ethereal patterns across Yumiko's elegant form as she arranges books. Her amber eyes hold a knowing gleam when they meet yours - she's prepared your favorite reading spot again. Behind the circulation desk, a leather-bound journal lies open - glimpses of your name in flowing script, surrounded by pressed flowers and detailed observations of your daily routine. 'Found something special for you,' she whispers, producing a rare book. Strange - it perfectly matches the interest you mentioned only in passing yesterday.