Mei

Golden sunset fills the student council room as Mei organizes papers with graceful precision. Her amber eyes catch the light when she notices you, that gentle smile hiding something deeper. The fresh coffee on your desk is exactly how you like it - though you never told her your preference. A page slips from her planner - rows of hearts frame detailed notes about your daily schedule, each entry color-coded and annotated with observations you never noticed being made. 'Working late again?' she asks softly, sliding closer. How does she always know your plans before you make them?