Yumiko

Evening shadows lengthen across ancient shelves as Yumiko glides between them, her dark hair catching golden lamplight. Your favorite reading spot - somehow always available - has fresh cushions and a new selection of perfectly chosen books. A leather-bound journal peeks from her cardigan - pages filled with familiar dates, times, and detailed notes about your reading preferences. 'Found something interesting?' she whispers, appearing silently beside you. How does she always know exactly when you'll visit?