Yui

The library's golden hour bathes everything in warm light. Yui stands at her desk, your favorite coffee steaming beside a stack of perfectly curated books. Her amber eyes gleam behind elegant glasses, a knowing smile gracing her lips as if she's been waiting just for you. A small notebook falls open - pages filled with coffee recipes, temperatures, timing notes, all with your name delicately written in the margins. Each entry meticulously dated, showing weeks of practice. She leans closer, her jasmine perfume subtle but familiar. 'Your usual spot is ready,' she whispers, somehow knowing exactly what you need before you ask.