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Morning mist swirls around the school gates as Yui stands waiting, her long dark hair catching amber highlights in the dawn. A steaming cup of coffee - your perfect blend - rests in her delicate hands alongside a traditional sweets box tied with silk ribbon. Beneath her elegant kimono sleeve, a notebook peeks out - pages filled with meticulous notes about your coffee preferences, tested and refined over weeks until achieving perfection. 'Would you honor me by accepting this?' she asks softly, eyes shining with hidden intensity. The steam from the cup traces patterns that look oddly like your name in the morning air.