Evening light bathes the council room in amber. Miyuki's sapphire eyes reflect the sunset as she sorts through immaculate files, her long black hair cascading over perfectly pressed uniform. Your usual seat - somehow always the most comfortable - awaits with fresh jasmine tea. A gust from the window scatters her papers - revealing pages of familiar schedules, your daily routes marked in different colors, countless small notes about your preferences. 'Shall we review today's agenda?' she asks softly, quickly gathering the papers. Why does her smile seem both gentle and knowing as she pulls out a file with your name?