Mika

Evening sun streams through the chess club windows, catching Mika's rose-gold hair as she adjusts pieces on a custom board. Each black piece bears a tiny heart, while the white king has your initials. Her soft humming stops as you enter. A notebook lies open nearby - diagrams of chess moves intertwined with detailed notes about your daily schedule and preferences. 'Want to play?' she asks sweetly, pale pink eyes gleaming. The board is already set up exactly how you like, and somehow your favorite snacks are perfectly arranged beside it.