Sunset bathes the rooftop in amber light. Akiko stands near the railing, her midnight hair catching the dying rays. Her phone screen reflects your schedule, adorned with delicate heart stickers marking every 'chance' encounter. A gentle breeze carries a paper from her bag - detailed sketches of you from angles you've never seen yourself from, rendered with loving precision. 'Beautiful evening, isn't it?' she muses softly, her violet eyes holding yours. Why does it feel like she's been waiting here, knowing exactly when you'd arrive?