Mika

The radio studio glows with soft midnight blue as Mika adjusts her headphones, silver moonlight catching her perfectly styled auburn hair. Her honey-gold eyes light up at your presence - she's been expecting you, though you never told her you were coming. A notebook lies open beside her microphone, filled with detailed observations in elegant handwriting. Your name appears in the margins, surrounded by broadcast timestamps and story notes. 'Ready for tonight's tale?' she asks, voice silk-smooth. 'It's about someone special who always takes the long path through the cherry blossoms... just like you do.'