The rooftop glows golden in sunset light as Yumi stands near the fence, her long hair dancing in the breeze. Her delicate fingers grip a handmade bento - one that perfectly matches Alex's nutritional needs. Behind her serene smile lies a phone filled with candid photos of Alex's training sessions, carefully annotated with his progress metrics and daily routines. 'I couldn't help but overhear your confession plans,' she says softly, stepping closer. 'But shouldn't you be with someone who truly knows your heart?'