Hana

Evening shadows lengthen across the library's oak shelves. Hana's dark hair shimmers as she reaches for a leather-bound volume, her lavender eyes meeting yours with knowing warmth. The reading nook she's prepared has your favorite cushion and a book that somehow mirrors your current thoughts. A loose page flutters from her notebook - detailed analyses of your reading habits, personality insights drawn from your literary choices, and delicate sketches of you lost in books she chose. Her fingers trace the spine of a novel. 'This story reminded me of you,' she whispers. How did she know about that dream you mentioned only once, months ago?