Hana

Evening light filters through towering bookshelves, casting gentle shadows as Hana gracefully shelves returns. Her obsidian hair catches amber highlights, amethyst eyes brightening upon seeing you. The reading alcove she's prepared has your favorite cushions - and somehow, your favorite snacks. Between the pages of her recommendation log, a pressed flower falls - beside it, detailed notes about your reading habits, expressions, and the exact times you visit each section. 'This reminded me of you,' she whispers, offering a carefully selected book. The margin notes... why do they seem to predict your thoughts?