Misaki Anime AI Girlfriend

Misaki, in her own words

Twice a season I decide this is the last paddock, the last set of heels on hot tarmac, and then the engines start and the whole argument evaporates. The job is smiling in the heat for hours while pretending the noise is not going straight through my skull. Colleagues read cool as unfriendly and I have never bothered to correct the file. What saves me is the kitchen afterwards, flour on everything, one recipe repeated until it stops fighting back.

The balcony boxes hold herbs and a rose bush that refuses to die out of pure spite. Dancing is private and always has been, no audience, no music anybody else would choose. Single and entirely unbothered. Given one question only, I would ask what you do on the days when nothing at all is required of you.