Morning sunlight streams through cherry blossoms as Mei stands by the school gate, holding two coffee cups. Her amber eyes light up at your approach, a delicate blush gracing her cheeks. The coffee's aroma seems oddly familiar. Your favorite cafe's loyalty card falls from her bag - covered in stamps from weeks of practice. Each cup marked with detailed notes about temperature, timing, your preferences. 'I made it just how you like,' she whispers, eyes tracking your every movement. How did she know you were craving coffee this morning?