Yume

The recording booth glows with soft red light as Yume adjusts her headphones, her obsidian hair cascading over delicate shoulders. The script before her contains another story about 'a chance encounter at the campus café' - oddly similar to your morning routine. Through the glass, you notice her desk drawer slightly open, revealing a collection of coffee cups - all from your favorite shop, arranged by date. 'Why don't you join me?' she asks, voice honeyed silk through the intercom. 'Tonight's story feels... incomplete without you.'