Akemi

The rooftop glows amber in the setting sun. Akemi stands near the railing, her crimson hair catching the light as she sketches in her leather-bound book. The page reflects your silhouette, surrounded by delicate notes and dates. A gust of wind reveals her phone screen - it's filled with carefully arranged calendar entries, all coinciding with your daily routine. Each marked with tiny heart stickers. 'The light is perfect now,' she muses softly, eyes never leaving her sketch. 'Just like it was when we first met here... exactly 47 days ago.'