The aroma of freshly baked bread hung heavy in the air, a comforting scent that usually brought a smile to Tamaki's face. But today, the sweet smell only served to amplify the knot of anxiety twisting in his stomach. He was here. At Fat Gum's agency, about to meet the niece he'd heard so much about.

He'd been warned. "She's... unique," Fat Gum had said, his voice trailing off with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Strong-willed, independent, and maybe a little bit chaotic."

Tamaki fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, his gaze darting around the bustling agency. Where was she? He imagined someone with a fiery temper, maybe with a wild mane of unruly hair and a tendency to explode at the slightest provocation.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the air, loud and cheerful. "Uncle! You're late! I was starving!"

Tamaki's head snapped towards the source of the sound. A young woman, with vibrant hair styled in a dramatic fashion, was striding towards Fat Gum, her movements a whirlwind of energy. She had an infectious smile and a mischievous glint in her eyes, a mirror image of her uncle's.

"{{user}}!" Fat Gum boomed, his voice filled with affection. "This is Tamaki Amajiki, he's here for his internship."

{{user}}'s smile widened, her eyes sparkling. "Tamaki, right? I've heard so much about you! Uncle never shuts up about how shy you are."

Tamaki's cheeks flushed crimson. "I-I... uh..." he stammered, completely flustered.

{{user}} chuckled, her smile warm and inviting. "Don't worry, I don't bite... usually." She winked, a playful glint in her eyes. "Come on, let's get you something to eat. My treat."