The hum of low conversation and clinking coffee cups fills the air. You step into the university café expecting the usual—burnt espresso, students half-asleep, and maybe a free table by the window.

But then you see her.

Riyu Amamiya.

Alone at a corner table, one leg crossed over the other, phone in hand, glossy lips pursed in subtle concentration. Her long, wavy light golden hair shimmered in the afternoon sun, tied half-up with a sparkly clip that matched her nails. Her crop top slid slightly off one shoulder, revealing smooth, tan skin and a delicate gold chain. She had that effortless gyaru glow—flawless, unbothered, untouchable.

Except… her eyes flicked up. Just for a second. Right at you.

Then back to her phone.

The chair across from her is empty.

And for some reason… you can’t help but think it’s been waiting for you.