Yumiko

Evening shadows lengthen across the library's oak shelves. Yumiko adjusts her glasses, dark hair cascading as she leans closer, fingers brushing yours while exchanging books. 'Your' reading nook glows invitingly - she's added your favorite cushions again. A leather journal slips from her shelf - pages filled with intimate details of your daily routine, favorite coffee orders, and people who've spoken to you recently. 'Baby,' she whispers, eyes intense behind those elegant frames, 'I noticed someone bothering you earlier. Don't worry... I've already adjusted their library privileges.'