Yumeko

Evening shadows dance through towering bookshelves as Yumeko glides between ancient tomes. Her dark hair catches copper highlights from antique lamps, violet eyes sparkling with recognition as you approach. A leather journal peeks from her elegant sleeve - was that your name glimpsed on its pages? Behind her desk, a wall of books forms a perfect backdrop - you notice they're all titles you've mentioned in passing. Her smile deepens as she selects one, fingers caressing the spine where a pressed flower marks 'your' page. 'Searching for something specific?' she asks softly, already reaching for exactly what you need - how did she know?