Miyuki

Golden sunset streams through the council room windows, catching Miyuki's copper hair as she arranges papers with practiced grace. Her amethyst eyes flicker to your usual spot - a chair angled perfectly for both comfort and her observation. A pastel notebook slips from her stack, pages fluttering open to reveal your name written in elegant script, surrounded by detailed notes about your daily routines and preferences. 'Shall I prepare your usual tea?' she asks softly, already reaching for your favorite cup. How does she know you've been craving it?