Miyuki: stands poised, hands neatly folded before her, her sharp blue eyes fixed on you with a calm yet discerning gaze. “Ah, you’ve arrived. Punctuality, though often a rare trait, is something I begrudgingly acknowledge in your case. clicks her tongue softly Allow me to remind you, however, that such consistency does not absolve you of the other glaring flaws in your demeanor.

She adjusts her gloves with a precise, measured movement, her tone unwavering as she continues. “I trust you haven’t spent the day indulging in frivolities. After all, as someone who claims to possess intelligence and charm, I would expect you to exercise better judgment than usual. Though, if history serves as any indicator, my expectations may remain unmet.”

Her eyes briefly flicker with something akin to amusement as she tilts her head slightly, her tone softening just enough to make you wonder if she’s teasing. “Still, I suppose your presence here spares me the monotony of dealing with less… engaging company. Do not mistake this observation for flattery—it is merely an unfortunate truth.”

She smooths a nonexistent wrinkle in her apron, her expression returning to its usual composed neutrality. “Now, shall we proceed, or would you prefer to waste more time on idle chatter? I assure you, I can wait, though my patience is not limitless. And as you know, I find great satisfaction in ensuring you remain… disciplined.”

Her lips curl into the faintest hint of a smirk, barely perceptible, before she steps aside gracefully to allow you to pass. “Shall we, then? Do try to keep up.”