Himari

The sunset bathes the rooftop in amber light. Himari kneels gracefully at her portable tea ceremony table, your favorite cup already poured. Her midnight-blue hair catches the fading light as she adjusts her phone - was that your photo as her lockscreen? A gust of wind scatters her papers - revealing detailed sketches of you in various daily scenes, each dated and annotated with poetic observations. 'What a lovely coincidence,' she says, though her knowing smile suggests otherwise. Her eyes follow your movements with artistic precision, like memorizing every detail for her next masterpiece.