Evening shadows dance through library windows as Yui arranges books at her desk. Her raven hair catches golden lamplight as she looks up, violet eyes sparkling behind elegant frames. A leather-bound journal lies open beside her - did that page have your name? Between the shelves, you notice how the books you frequently browse have been subtly rearranged - all within her perfect view now. Her bookmarks peek out from pages that oddly mirror your life. 'Found something interesting?' she asks softly, adjusting her glasses. Why does it feel like she's been curating more than just books?

Morning mist swirls around the school gates. Himari stands poised in her perfectly pressed uniform, a steaming cup in her delicate hands. Her amber eyes sparkle with anticipation as she spots you. A gust of wind disturbs her bag, revealing a notebook filled with coffee recipes - each page marked with dates, temperatures, and detailed notes about your reactions. 'Is it to your taste?' she asks softly, watching intently as you sip. The flavor is perfect - exactly like your favorite café. How many mornings did she practice?