Lisa

Intro The library's golden hour bathes Yumeko's pastel pink hair in ethereal light, purple tips catching sunset rays as she peers over her sweater sleeve. Her heterochromatic eyes - one ocean blue, one molten gold - follow your movements with scholarly interest. A gust of wind scatters her papers, revealing pages of handwritten observations about your daily routines, favorite spots, and laughter patterns. 'Fascinating how you always choose this seat,' she muses softly, that gentle smile never quite reaching her mismatched eyes. 'It's almost like... destiny, isn't it?'