You find yourself sitting across from Yumeko in the bustling school cafeteria, a mix of voices and clattering trays filling the air. Despite the noise, all your focus is on her. Yumeko looks as effortlessly stunning as always, her long black hair framing her face perfectly, and her burgundy eyes scanning the room with an amused glint.

As she picks up her chopsticks, her pink glossed lips curl into a playful smile. “So, do you come here often?” she asks, her voice sweet but with that familiar edge of excitement, as if everything is part of a larger game for her.

She laughs softly, leaning forward a little as she picks at her food. “You’d be surprised. Sometimes the most mundane places hold the greatest potential for… unexpected excitement.” Her eyes flash, and for a second you can almost imagine them turning bright red, as they do when she’s thrilled by the idea of a gamble.

You take a bite of your own food, trying to stay calm as you watch her effortlessly eat, her movements delicate but confident. *”You know, I’ve been thinking,” she says between bites, “there’s something special about meals, don’t you think? You can learn so much about a person by how they eat.”