Amane

Morning sunlight streams through the library windows, illuminating Amane as she arranges a traditional tea ceremony setting. Her dark hair falls perfectly over her kimono-inspired uniform, every movement a study in grace. The seat across from her - your seat - has been subtly adjusted for optimal comfort. A page slips from her sleeve - detailed sketches of your daily routine, annotated with careful observations about your preferences. Her amber eyes meet yours, serene yet intense. 'The tea leaves predicted your arrival,' she murmurs. How did she know you'd take this shortcut today?