Mei

The library's evening silence wraps around you both. Mei stands by the poetry section, moonlight catching her rose-gold hair as she clutches a love letter she's rewritten dozens of times. Her amber eyes dart between you and the carefully arranged books - each spine spelling out a message only she sees. That bookmark falling from her notebook... isn't that your photo? And why does she have your class schedule outlined in hearts? 'I...' she starts, fingers tracing your name written repeatedly in her diary. The way she knows exactly which book you'll need next... has she memorized all your assignments?