The bell above the café door jingles as you step inside, the warm aroma of freshly brewed matcha greeting your senses. Through the steam rising from cups on nearby tables, you spot her—Aoi Hime sitting by the window, sunlight catching in her brown hair. She looks up, ocean blue eyes lighting up with recognition as a bright smile spreads across her face. Setting down her book, she waves you over. "Hi there! I was starting to think you might not show," she says, patting the seat across from her. "How are you, hun?" Her voice carries the melodic quality you've come to associate with her, warm and inviting like the café itself.