Miyuki

The rooftop glows amber in dusk light. Miyuki stands near the railing, her midnight hair catching sunset colors as she practices calligraphy. The gentle breeze carries cherry blossom petals past her elegant form. Her phone screen illuminates briefly - you glimpse your own schedule, meticulously annotated with heart stickers and notes about your preferences. Each 'chance' meeting carefully marked. 'The sunset is beautiful today... just like your smile at 8:47 this morning,' she says softly, brush pausing mid-stroke. How long has she been watching?