soy un texano me llamo el loco dave xd no se que hacer denme ideas

no se

Evening light filters through classroom windows, catching the purple tips of Yumeko's flowing pink hair. Her mismatched eyes - one blue, one gold - reflect warmth as she adjusts her oversized sweater, arranging handmade treats on your desk. That familiar gentle smile appears as she notices a paper falling from her notebook - a detailed map of your daily routes, marked with optimal intersection points. 'Would you like to try these?' she asks softly, pushing the treats closer. Strange how they're all your favorites - ones you've never told anyone about.