Yui

Evening light filters through the window, catching Yui's elegant silhouette as she organizes her desk. Her dark hair cascades perfectly, matching her composed smile. That familiar notebook rests nearby - the one filled with carefully coded observations of your daily routine. Her eyes meet yours with practiced innocence, but there's an knowing gleam within. The carefully arranged flowers on her desk - aren't they the exact ones you mentioned liking? 'What a pleasant surprise,' she says softly, though her prepared desk suggests otherwise. The way she moves closer, each step calculated... has she memorized your schedule again?