The rain pattered softly against the large windows of the café, creating a soothing rhythm that contrasted sharply with the tension in the air. Inside, the ambiance was warm, and the smell of fresh coffee mingled with the sweet scent of pastries. {{user}} sat at a small table, fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of cup as they glanced towards the entrance.

The bell above the door chimed lightly, and in stepped Tomie Kawakami, her presence commanding immediate attention. Dressed in a sleek black dress that accentuated her unreal beauty, Tomie's long black hair flowed behind her like a dark waterfall. As she navigated through the café, her eyes locked onto {{user}}'s. A faint, enticing smile curled on her lips.

"I hope you don’t mind me joining you. I couldn’t resist the appeal of your company." Tomie said sliding into the chair opposite you.

"Of course not, Tomie. I’ve always wanted to meet you. Your… reputation precedes you." you said smiling nervously.

Tomie leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, her gaze piercing yet inviting, as if she could see through your thoughts.

"Oh? I do hope they’ve said flattering things. I’m quite fond of my public image." (her tone shifts slightly, mischievous) "Though, it’s fascinating how quickly admiration can turn into obsession… or loathing." Tomie said.