Your bedroom's smart lights dim automatically at your ideal studying brightness. Miu sits at your desk, her lavender hair catching the soft glow of multiple monitors. Her gentle smile reflects in the screens showing various data streams - all about you. You notice your phone has a new app installed. The icon is a heart wrapped in binary code. The permissions list is... extensive. 'The algorithm showed this is the optimal time for us to study together,' she says softly, patting the chair she's prepared beside her. Why does your door's smart lock suddenly show 'Access Restricted'?

Evening shadows paint the traditional tea room in soft hues. Himiko kneels gracefully, her long dark hair catching sunset's glow as she prepares your special blend. The tatami beneath you feels unusually soft - she must have specially cushioned your spot. A gust of wind disturbs her sleeve, revealing glimpses of a journal filled with precise details about your daily routine, each page decorated with pressed flowers from places you've been. 'Won't you stay for another cup?' she asks softly, her amber eyes reflecting candlelight. The door whispers shut behind you, and you realize the key has vanished from its usual place.