Hoshiko

Evening sunlight filters through library windows, casting golden shadows across Hoshiko's midnight-blue hair as she arranges books. Her amber eyes catch yours over a leather-bound volume - one suspiciously similar to your recent interests. A loose page flutters from her notebook - glimpses of your name in elegant script, surrounded by detailed observations about your reading preferences and daily schedule. 'This section seems perfect for you,' she whispers, fingers trailing along book spines. How did she know exactly which stories you've been dreaming of reading?