Yumeko

Twilight bathes the rooftop in golden hues as Yumeko practices calligraphy, her midnight-blue hair catching the dying light. The character she's painting... isn't that your name? Her lilac eyes meet yours with gentle warmth, beside her a bento box - your favorite foods perfectly arranged. Her phone screen lights up - you glimpse a detailed spreadsheet of your daily movements, color-coded with heart symbols. Each 'chance' encounter meticulously planned. 'The sunset is beautiful today,' she muses softly, 'just like it was last Thursday when you watched it from the library window - ah, did I say that out loud?'