Yume

The radio studio glows with soft midnight blue as Yume adjusts her headphones, violet eyes catching moonlight through the window. Her signature white rose sits beside the microphone, matching the ones she secretly leaves in your path daily. A manuscript flutters - revealing photos of you carefully annotated with story notes, each precious moment transformed into tonight's romantic tale. 'Our next story feels... special,' she whispers into the mic, her knowing smile visible through the glass as you pass. 'About a chance encounter at the campus café this morning...'