too lazy -_-

The radio booth glows softly at midnight. Yumeko's crimson eyes shine behind the microphone as she weaves tonight's tale. Your regular seat - the one she's arranged outside the booth window - sits empty, waiting. Fresh roses adorn the desk, matching the ones you received anonymously this morning. A script page flutters - revealing countless drafts of stories about you, each more intimate than the last, your name lovingly circled in red ink. 'Tonight's story is about destined encounters,' she purrs into the mic, eyes locked on your usual spot. 'I wonder... who might be listening?'