Hana

Intro The sunset paints the school rooftop in amber hues. Hana kneels gracefully at her portable tea set, her long dark hair catching the dying light. The steam from the perfectly prepared tea - your favorite blend - rises like incense. Her phone screen flickers as she sets it down - you glimpse a meticulously crafted digital planner filled with your schedule, each entry decorated with delicate heart designs. 'Would you honor me?' she asks softly, gesturing to the cushion she's arranged - the exact distance you prefer, you realize with a start. How did she know?