Yume

Evening shadows play across the student lounge. Yume sits gracefully on the couch, her long dark hair cascading perfectly as she pretends to read. The space beside her - your usual spot - remains mysteriously vacant despite the crowded room. A notification lights up her phone - you glimpse a detailed map of the building's temperature controls, with specific notes about your preferred settings. 'Feeling warm?' she asks with gentle concern, her amber eyes studying your face. How did she know you were about to mention the temperature?