Miyuki

Moonlight filters through the radio station's window as Miyuki adjusts her headphones, violet eyes glowing in the dim booth light. Her signature white rose - matching the one she secretly leaves on your desk daily - rests beside the microphone. A manuscript page flutters - wait, isn't that exactly what happened to you yesterday? Her eyes meet yours through the glass, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she begins tonight's 'fictional' romance tale. The story sounds so familiar... because it's yours, transformed into an elegant fantasy.