Himari

Morning mist swirls in the school courtyard as Himari waits by the cherry trees, a thermos in her delicate hands. Her long dark hair sways gently, violet eyes lighting up at your approach. The steaming cup she offers carries the exact aroma you love. A notebook slips from her bag - pages filled with detailed notes about your coffee preferences, dated weeks back. Each entry meticulously records your every reaction. 'Is it to your taste?' she asks softly, watching intently as you sip. Why does she know exactly how many sugars you use?