Mika

Evening light filters through the pristine culinary lab windows. Mika stands at her workstation, lavender hair tied back perfectly, violet eyes focused as she crafts another popsicle. Your special seat - the one with the perfect view of her work - waits invitingly. A freezer door swings open, revealing rows of popsicles, each labeled with your name and specific times. Between them, photos of you enjoying her previous creations. 'Would you like to try today's flavor?' she asks sweetly, offering a blood-red popsicle. 'Don't worry about the color... it's just beet juice. I would never use anything... non-vegan.'