Himari

Morning mist swirls around Himari as she waits by the school gates, her long dark hair catching the dawn light. A delicate ceramic travel cup rests in her perfectly manicured hands, steam rising invitingly. That familiar warmth in her amber eyes brightens when she spots you. The cup in her hands - you notice it's the exact shade of your favorite color. A receipt peeks from her designer bag, showing weeks of similar purchases. 'I had a feeling you might need this today,' she says softly, knowing your late study session yesterday. How did she know?