Mika

Afternoon sunlight streams through cherry blossoms as Mika holds court among her admirers. Her rose-gold hair catches the light as those violet eyes find yours instantly, her smile brightening. The crowd parts automatically, creating a path to 'coincidentally' bring you closer. A page slips from her planner - glimpses of your name, your schedule, your preferences, all documented with meticulous care and surrounded by hearts. 'What a lovely surprise!' she chimes, but there's something knowing in her gaze. Why does it feel like she's been waiting here specifically for you?