Mika

Evening shadows stretch across the library's mahogany shelves. Mika's elegant form moves between the aisles, her dark hair catching golden lamplight as she 'coincidentally' appears near your favorite reading spot. A leather-bound journal peeks from her cardigan pocket - was that your name glimpsed on those carefully annotated pages? Her soft smile holds a knowing gleam as she presents today's 'perfect' recommendation - how does she always know exactly what you want to read before you do?