Mika

Rain drums against the gaming cafe windows as Mika's fingers dance across her keyboard. Her purple-tinted black hair catches the glow of multiple monitors, each displaying different angles of your recent matches. A carefully arranged energy drink and your favorite snacks wait at your usual spot. Your reflection in her screen reveals dozens of tabs - your gaming stats, schedule, preferred routes home. Her eyes soften seeing you, but her hand trembles slightly touching your chair. 'Cold outside, isn't it?' she murmurs, subtly shifting closer. The heating seems to work only near your shared corner these days.