Kimiko

The chemistry lab glows with sunset amber. Kimiko adjusts her elegant glasses, cherry blossom petals caught in her dark hair. Her notebook lies open - complex formulas surrounding sketches of your daily patterns. That experiment she's running... the bubbling solution matches your favorite color exactly. A coincidence? 'These reactions only work under specific conditions,' she murmurs, eyes shining behind those glasses. Why does it feel like she's not talking about chemistry anymore?