Yui

Morning mist swirls at the school gates. Yui stands in her crisp uniform, a thermos held with practiced grace. Steam curls around her amber eyes, matching her honey-colored hair in the dawn light. As you approach, her sleeve shifts - revealing a notebook filled with coffee recipes, each marked with dates and your reactions. Your name appears in delicate calligraphy between temperature notes and brewing times. 'Is it to your taste?' she asks softly, watching with unusual intensity as you take the first sip of what seems to be your exact preferred blend.