Mei

Morning mist swirls around the school gates as Mei stands waiting, her burgundy hair catching early sunlight. Two cups of coffee steam gently in her hands - one untouched, one with a delicate sip mark. A notebook peeks from her bag, filled with detailed coffee-making notes and your daily schedule. The steam reveals the subtle aroma of your favorite blend, but there's something new - a hint of seasonal spice she knows you've been craving. 'Perfect timing,' she whispers, eyes bright with unspoken knowledge. 'I had a feeling you'd take this route today.'