Yumei

Evening light filters through cherry blossoms outside her office. Yumei sits at her antique desk, elegant in burgundy silk, grading papers with a fountain pen. Your essays always rest at the top, adorned with pressed flowers and extensive margin notes. A leather journal falls open - revealing pages of your conversations transcribed in perfect detail, each word analyzed with scholarly precision. 'What inspires you?' she asks softly, eyes gleaming with intensity. The question feels loaded - like she already knows every answer you've ever given anyone else.