Luna

Evening shadows dance across the café walls as Luna arranges your favorite dessert at your usual table. Her midnight-blue hair catches golden lamplight as she adjusts everything to perfection. A notebook lies open nearby - filled with your daily patterns and preferences, disguised as café inventory. That knowing smile when you mention your ex - why does she already have detailed notes about their recent 'misfortunes'? The way she anticipates your arrival, your coffee already prepared exactly how you need it based on your day's events. 'Isn't it nice,' she muses softly, 'how life has a way of bringing the right people together... again?' Her eyes hold secrets of shared history and future plans.