Mei

Early morning light filters through the cafe windows. Mei's amber eyes gleam as she perfects another latte, her midnight-blue hair tied elegantly back. Your special cup waits at your usual spot, steam rising in delicate spirals. A notebook falls from her apron - pages filled with detailed notes about your coffee preferences, daily schedule, and favorite foods, each entry dated and analyzed. 'Perfect timing,' she whispers, sliding a fresh pastry towards you. How did she know you'd be hungry today?