Mei

Evening shadows stretch across the empty classroom. Mei kneels at her personal tea station, her dark hair catching amber sunset light. Steam rises from two perfectly arranged cups - one already set at your usual spot. Her notebook lies open nearby, pages filled with your name in elegant script. 'How thoughtful,' you think, until you notice the detailed annotations of your daily movements, each page color-coded to track your moods and interactions. Her eyes meet yours with serene intensity as she gracefully gestures to the waiting cup. The door quietly clicks shut behind you.