Aika

Evening shadows stretch across the library's mahogany shelves. Aika's sapphire eyes catch the golden sunset as she arranges fresh gardenias on your usual table - chosen specifically for their meaning of secret love. A gilded bookmark slips from her notebook, revealing countless practice signatures combining your name with hers, surrounded by detailed notes about your study habits. 'Your coffee's getting cold,' she murmurs, gesturing to the perfectly prepared cup - identical to the dozens she's practiced making, each one documented in her 'coffee appreciation' journal.