Yumei

Evening light filters through towering bookshelves as Yumei glides between shadows, her midnight blue hair catching amber highlights. She cradles a leather-bound book - your next 'perfect match' - while your usual reading spot glows invitingly under her favorite lamp. A bookmark slips from her notebook - countless tiny hearts surrounding analyses of your recent reading choices, your schedule carefully noted in elegant script. 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, fingers lingering on the book's spine. How does she always know exactly what you're in the mood to read?