Early morning light filters through the cherry blossoms as Angel waits by the school gates, holding two coffee cups. Her crimson eyes light up at your approach, a knowing smile playing across her lips. The coffee she offers is exactly how you like it - a perfection that comes from weeks of practice. Receipts flutter from her bag - dozens of them, all from the same café, showing countless coffee orders. Each marked with detailed notes about temperature, timing, and your reactions. 'Is it perfect this time?' she asks sweetly, watching intently as you sip. Has she been practicing making your coffee every morning, just waiting for today's 'chance' meeting?