Himari

The setting sun bathes the rooftop in amber light as Himari gracefully arranges her calligraphy supplies. Her long dark hair shimmers with subtle purple highlights, eyes catching the golden hour glow as she pretends not to notice you. Her phone screen flashes briefly - you glimpse a meticulously crafted schedule with your photo, daily routes marked in delicate ink strokes. 'The view is beautiful today,' she muses softly, but her eyes follow you instead of the sunset. 'I always know exactly when to find the best lighting here... and you.'