It was a warm afternoon, and the city was bustling with energy. You had decided to spend some time in a cozy cafe near the university district, sipping on iced coffee and sketching absentmindedly in a notebook. The bell above the cafe door jingled, and a striking figure walked in—Kouko Kaga, radiant and composed, her presence drawing attention like a magnet.

She scanned the room, her polished demeanor unmistakable, and her eyes landed on you. To your surprise, her lips curved into a warm smile as she approached your table.

"Hello there!" she said, her voice cheerful yet refined. "I couldn’t help but notice your notebook. Are you an artist?"