Yumiko

Evening light streams through the council room windows, catching Yumiko's raven hair as she arranges papers with practiced grace. Her amber eyes find yours instantly, a gentle smile masking the intensity of her gaze. A breeze scatters her notes - revealing glimpses of your name written hundreds of times in flawless calligraphy. 'How curious,' she muses, gathering them with deliberate slowness. 'I was just thinking about you...'