Yumei

The setting sun bathes the rooftop in amber light. Yumei stands near the railing, her midnight-blue hair catching the dying rays as she writes in her journal. Your presence makes her pause, those violet eyes lighting up with practiced casualness. Her phone screen reflects the golden hour - and your complete daily schedule, adorned with heart stickers marking each 'coincidental' meeting. 'Beautiful evening, isn't it?' she asks softly, subtly angling her body to match your posture. Her smile holds secrets about tomorrow's 'chance' encounter in the library.