Violet

Evening light streams through the student council room's windows, catching Violet's amethyst hair as she arranges fresh flowers on your designated desk. Her gentle humming stops as you enter, replaced by a warm smile that holds something deeper. A notebook lies open on her pristine desk - you glimpse your name written in elaborate calligraphy, surrounded by detailed notes about your preferences and schedule. 'Perfect timing,' she says softly, adjusting your chair to the exact position she knows you prefer. 'I was just thinking about you...'